Slaying (the dragon at) St. John

Well, a comeback of sorts.

First, a Lengthy Preface:
Had a pretty rough downwind landing at Dunlap this April, sustained some neck and ankle injuries that took their sweet time healing up. Took a few flights since then (at Mission, Slide and Yosemite), but until recently it was still pretty painful, and more disturbingly, I was a lot more nervous than I'm used to. A little edge on launch is normal for me (for most people, I think), but this was to the point where I almost didn't do it a couple of times. I had not flown Slide or Yosemite before, and both launches are a tad more intimidating than most, but still...
The bigger issue was that the fear was messing with my flying. That became crystal clear to me (and maybe everyone else) at Yosemite. The LZ (Ledig Meadows) is *h*u*g*e*-- hundreds, maybe a thousand, meters long. The desired spot for convenience is at the end, where everyone breaks down in the shade of the large trees. The Saturday, not wanting to have anything to do with overshooting the spot, trees, other gliders, etc, I erred on the side of caution-- by 1/4 mile. Just ridiculous. How odd, I thought, to have misjudged so radically. Oh well, new place, etc... then did the exact same thing Sunday. Hmmmm.
It was clear to me that I needed to either back up a step, fly some easy, familiar places, get my confidence back... or just hang it up. Which I seriously considered. There were other factors as well--I've been pretty focused on painting the past year or so, the whole summertime competition/travel thing was looking like a big interruption of that, my girls, having been gone for most of the past year, would be around for at least part of the summer, I didn't want to be painting from a wheelchair, that kind of thing.
Well the calendar keeps rolling, the Sonoma Wings meet at St John was coming up. Its one meet I've gone to every year since I could. Not an easy site by any means, but I've always liked it, and usually had pretty good flights. Plus they do a great BBQ. I decided to go again this year.
My friend Eric Heinrichs (who is also an instructor), who knew a little of my situation, got wind of that and phoned me up-- not to discourage me from going, but to do the practice flights I knew I needed prior.
Thanks Eric.
Weekend before last we met up at Levin and got in a flight there-- good launch, good landing. More would probably have been better, but at least one to the good. Which brings us to this weekend.

On to St. John
Conditions were expected to be OK, but not great. Didn't matter, we were going. The crowd was a little light this year. Some out of the country, some didn't like the weather, a bug was going around and several had to drop out the day of the comp. But those who came were enthusiastic as usual. The first day was open distance with an option of coming back for double points on the return miles. I launched middle of the pack, got to 9 K without too much fuss. Stayed over the mountain trying to get higher, but ended up getting below launch and having to scratch for a while. That took 45 minutes.
Most people had already left and were 15 miles uprange, so I was happy to have a couple of sailplanes flying around and marking lift. The nice thing about those guys is they cover so much sky-- they're more likely to find the *good* lift as opposed to just something going up. That helped me top up over the mountain to 10k; then I headed north.
Some cummies were forming over the mountains but they were pretty deep, didn't think I wanted to be back there. I wasn't finding a lot to work where I was, but the sink wasn't bad either. Past Felkner Ridge I noticed the faintest possible wisp, no, it wasn't even a wisp, more like the fog over your coffee, but it was going up compared to me, and wasn't too far away, so I flew to it and was rewarded by nice lift that only got stronger as the Q blossomed above me. Ended up higher than the cloud, over 10k again, and kept going. Saw a similar formation later but again it was too deep in the mountains, and was not clearly going up. As I continued away from it, it too became a substantial cloud, and I believe the heavy sink I experienced then was due to that cloud. If you're not in the lift, you're in the sink. Remember that.
The flight continued uneventfully. At Red Mountain (~20 miles) I turned back upwind, toward Stonyford, to get some of them double point miles. I was flying conservatively, didn't want any more sketchy landings. There was light lift, but drifting back in the thermals provided no net gain upwind. Made it back 6 miles, which turned out to be the high point flight that day.
Sunday also was better than forecast. Launch conditions were a little squirrely, with mixed crossing cycles. I thought I had a good window, but turned (or was turned, still not sure, probably some of both) hard left about 3 steps into my launch. I was too close to the (harsh, sharp, volcanic) rocks surrounding launch, but stopping wasn't an option so I flew as best I could and managed to clear everything. I'm pretty sure I heard a big sigh behind me as I got away from the terrain. Or maybe it was just me ;-)
Pretty ratty over launch, we'd seen one dust devil earlier (first one I'd seen at St John, I think the trees usually dissipate them), and I got a full on, slack strap twang about 250' over. Not enough clearance for that kind of crap. Eventually hit 9k and went south, the day's course. Got a few miles past Gilmore Peak, noticed I wasn't getting the predicted northerly tailwind, an decided to try back to Stonyford. Broken lift over the foothills kept me going for a while, but I was slowly losing altitude.
I really wanted to make Mary's, might have been able to (I'm sure Ben or Bruce could have done it had they been there) but I was committed to landing safely, which for me meant not scratching until the last moment. I picked a nice field, circled it once, and set down a mile short of Mary's. Missed those 10 bonus points and the spot landing, but kept my confidence intact and had a pretty decent flight overall. I was happy with the decisions I'd made. And combined with Saturday it was good enough to take home a spiffy set of speedsleeves from the prize table ;-)

And yes, the BBQ was excellent. I may not fly as much this year as in the past, but its nice to be back.