![]() ![]() A long dogleg ten degrees right (where you should have aimed in the first place, from fifty miles back) lengthens the path to Lone Pine by a few miles but brings the threshold for crossing closer - and several hundred feet lower, which at this point is the whole game! Only one option remains, and thank Heaven it’s a good one. Gradually it becomes obvious that continuing direct will leave you below line of sight, and trapped. And speaking of late, every second now, more of this 10,000-foot foothill rising between you and the low sun is shaded, whittling thermic potential down to an irreducible zero. Those snowcapped Sierras beyon d, at 14,000 feet, make these gigantic Inyos look almost like foothills – until way too late. Meanwhile, the grand illusion waits right there under your yaw string. Like peering in the wrong end of a telescope and staring at that spot of light, ample time to ponder myriad gradations of disaster, from sentimental to existential. ![]() Beseech the gods for even so much as a haze dome to show the way, but they answer with blue silence. Here it’s more like holding your breath forever, one endless spell of growing anxiety smothered in the heat of ever lower altitudes. That’s why they call it Death Valley, idiot! Later, for you or your heirs, mandatory removal of the wreckage would entail use of a very expensive helicopter and crew, plus, according to the Park Service, a heavy fine.Ĭombat pilots tell of endless monotony pierced by sudden spasms of terror. Land here, and aside from trashing your bird, the best you can hope for is an all night ordeal, bleeding over into at least the entire next day – if you last that long – in officially the hottest place on earth. #Soaring dolphins 3d picture PatchAnything that looks like a road will be a 4-wheel trace that may not have borne traffic in years.Ī third of the way you feel the first patch of real lift, but supposing better ahead, dolphin brashly through it without stopping to climb. Such detail is indistinguishable from high aloft, as every object, even that newly discovered species of scorpion, flaunts hues of the same bleached khaki. Between monstrous breakers of gnarled basalt where deep wave troughs would lie, smooth-seeming lowlands are themselves seas of boulders, ravines, dunes and silt-filled hollows – quicksand if there’s ever a rain. In a stark pallet of browns from nearly black to nearly white, the world below is contoured like the surface of a wild storm sea. The meat and potatoes pleasure of gazing on a wilderness landscape soon withers. With really no other choice, you swallow hard and head straight for a ‘low’ point on the ‘ near’ horizon which the chart suggests is maybe seventy miles away. If the fields beneath them were less menacing than this moonscape here, all the more reason to keep moving. Surely tremendous blue thermals are still boiling over that vastness of naked stone, and more will rise to meet you, right? Old-timers tell of climbing in thermals, not just at sundown, but late into dusk. ![]() That’s also when you notice the line of cumulus you’d planned to use for this final leg has drifted too far downwind, and following it would add more distance than remaining daylight will allow. The only alternates are 30 miles left or right, and you’ve 85 miles to go. Imagine you’re leaving a thermal at 17,000 MSL on a final leg. Now zoom out and draw a course line from there, south southwest to Lone Pine, CA. To grasp the enormity, go on GoogleEarth and find Silver Peak, NV ( If you find it, zoom down and click on Street View or any of the linked photos to see why it’s understandably one of America’s least popular places, while nonetheless a premier source of lithium for your rechargeable batteries and psychiatric meds). I knew of this illusion from prior experience but chose the worst possible time to forget, before committing to what shall forever remain my longest descending glide into the wind, over the most remote and inhospitable land I’ll ever traverse, with not one single cloud ahead… ridiculously late in the day. Hard to believe? That’s why it’s such a potent illusion! You wise up to it only after you get there and the harm is done. You could be level with that lower hilltop, yet think you’re high enough to glide down to it and pass over. The high background will make any foreground appear lower than it is. Picture a big mountain miles ahead and a lower one half as far. In soaring, there’s one illusion that can lure you into high ground lower than you realize until you arrive. The problem with illusions is, you need to know they exist to know you’re deceived by them, and by then it might be too late. ![]()
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