Say you’re up soaring locally, with no special plan except to have fun and stay safe. That’s cool, but whether you like it or not, soaring always requires decisions. Even deciding not to decide is…  you get it.  One big choice that’s yours to make at any point is, would you rather have an excellent flight or a mediocre one?  It’s your call!

For a mediocre flight just keep doing what you always do, and maybe bring music or some of your favorite food.  It’s easy, but much less satisfying and in many ways less safe than pursuing excellence.

The more you demand of yourself the more you’ll enjoy it. If you prefer improvement over the status quo, simply challenge yourself, in any way you like.  No need to go for the world record every flight, especially this time of year, but pick some uncertain goal like connecting the farthest corners of your neighborhood, or if that’s too easy, doing so more quickly.  Not something certain, but something with a fifty-fifty chance of failure.  If success were defined by avoiding failure, playing checkers with two-year olds would demonstrate your presumed eminence. The point is not to chalk up vain victories, it’s to try hard, learn a lot, and obtain more than a mere minimum of satisfaction.

Those who soar in weak or difficult conditions or in low performance craft need not feel deprived or deficient. And the same for those who are just starting out! Better to enjoy making the most of what is NOW, and lay an essential foundation for terrific adventures still to come. Success that comes from pursuing excellence is at your fingertips every moment, and leads to greater pleasures (and safety) on every subsequent flight.   No one can ask for more.


This past week, Sky solo’d on the day she turned 14. Her parents told us they really made her earn this privilege, “because nothing truly worthwhile is given in this life and actions have consequences”. They went on to say that it was thrilling to watch their daughter excel at something that is mostly male dominated.
Heads up, we’ll be closed from Sunday December 20th until mid January (date TBD), for our annual winter break. Gift Certificates for the holiday’s are available for purchase on our website on the RIDE page (select a dollar value for credit or a specific ride as a gift).
Scheduling a lesson: Check availability first for Fri/Sat/Sun (if you have a Schedule Pointe account) then e-mail us your reservation request.
Please bring a mask and your own water!
Looks like more of the same this week, weatherwise. More and more high pressure will bring light northerlies, with high temps around 60, and partly cloudy on Saturday and Sunday.
Stay safe and be well!
The Soaring Academy Crew


First, we’ll be closed this Friday, but open on Monday, the 30th. As for weather, call this week’s weather a late autumn doldrum. Full sun through the weekend, with increasing cloudiness on Monday. Little to no wind and highs around sixty. Soarable lift? You may need to be creative, and remember to bring your sense of humor…


After decades of daily commercial soaring activity including twenty years in the Mojave Desert, my short list of most bodacious thermals had grown long. Values more dear than mere strength and height could put a thermal on that list, such as timeliness, strategic location, degree of serendipity (luck), or plain old majestic grandeur. This one’s a contender on several counts, but wins top honors for… longevity?

Normally, it’s only beginners who stay with the same thermal for an hour or more, and they’re to be excused.For a thermal to stick around you need lots of energy focused in one spot the entire time, a condition that itself is observably rare. The thermal directly over a smokestack could work hypothetically until the smokestack falls down, but don’t expect me to try and prove it!

That day featured something rare around Crystal in July, anemic lift. While we were loitering near the airport a dust devil sprang up over farm fields east of Gray Butte, and quickly grew tall. Nothing was happening anywhere else, so, expecting it to be gone before we got there, we went anyway. And bingo, it kept growing as we approached. You gotta love when that happens.

To describe this thermal, ordinary adjectives scarcely apply. Our bird carried front seat weight right at the upper limit and me in the back wondering about gravitational anomalies as we rose a steady two thousand feet per minute. Ooh yeah.

At 14,000 we were still climbing 20 knots! But having no supplemental oxygen and already height enough for anything, we chose to glide away and find where in plain sight this monster’s cousins were hiding.

Twenty-five miles later, nothing but nibbles.

Looking back, imagine our surprise in seeing that same devil churning the whole square mile around its base into a wooly mound of floating dust. Despite some unknown factor suppressing ordinary convection across the entire valley, all that solar heat needed a release somewhere, and our one giant devil seemed the only vent around. We’d lost several thousand feet by then, but had enough left to head right back there and start again.

The devil’s central column was looming higher than before as we glided onto the top of its lower dust cloud and our long descent finally ended. The energy was actually greater believe it or not, but (after a 50-mile out and return, from and to the very same thermal!) our second climb to 14,000 took somewhat longer – because we topped out that time with FULL SPOILERS, just to say so.