You’ve probably already read several articles on the benefits of doing something fun with your family on the weekend. Why not go out and witness some soaring pilots in action for a really unique experience, one that speaks to the deep-seated desire that all humans have to soar over the air? I can guarantee that when you or one of your children return home after visiting them, you will find yourself daydreaming about how you could one day join them. You can make this happen with very little planning, and everyone will be talking about it for days following. It will be a success. To fly high and fast like a bird that soars is essentially what the term “soaring” signifies. The sort that can remain airborne for extended periods of time without using their wings to flap.
Any time of the year is a good opportunity to see some kind of soaring activity in the majority of nations. The winter months are often considered to be more enjoyable to see from a spectator’s vantage point. Why? Soaring pilots have a propensity to vanish over the horizon during the summer months when they are engaged in lengthy cross-country flights. Even with binoculars, the distance is too great to see anything.
Every continent has its own unique take on the sport of paragliding. An very condensed review of climbing in many places of the globe is presented here. There are flying clubs located all throughout the United States and Europe, and the majority of people living in those regions live within a comfortable driving distance of at least one flying club. There are numerous possibilities for flying within a fair driving distance of most of Australia’s main cities, despite the vastness and relative emptiness of the nation. The highest number of people on the African continent have taken up paragliding and other flying activities in South Africa. If you seek for them, there are plenty of possibilities to see birds of prey swooping there. South Korea is recognised as a premier location for paragliding in Asia; nevertheless, the sport is gaining popularity and piloting activity in a number of other Asian nations as well. For instance, China, the Indian subcontinent, Taiwan, and Japan.
Clearing Up Confusion
In the previous paragraph, I made a passing reference to paragliding, which is just one of the three primary categories of soaring activities. In the event that you are still perplexed, we will now provide a brief summary of the various kinds of soaring aircraft. To begin, the pilots of each of these planes are in perfect command of their machines and are able to make precise plans for landing at any location that is within gliding range of their craft.
The lightest and most sluggish of all gliders are the paragliders, which have the appearance of sports parachutes. No, the pilot doesn’t leap out of the plane; rather, he or she just walks down a hill into the wind. Next up are hang-gliders, which have wings made of stiff material and are covered with cloth. They are more difficult to control and have a higher maximum speed than paragliders. In conclusion, sailplanes are stunning examples of aerodynamic design, characterised by long, shining wings. Gliders are a more common name for these aircraft, which are far heavier and more powerful than paragliders and hang gliders.
Now, here is a little remark about the sport of soaring in general. Because they are so dependent on the climate, it is not uncommon for there to be a period of time during which there are no opportunities to see them flying. Especially if your only available time is on the weekends. Even after arriving at the location, there will still be some time spent waiting about. In point of fact, pilots of paragliders have given this practise its own name: “para-waiting.”
It is essential to get in touch with a local club or group of pilots in order to set up a day of glider-watching activities due to the fact that gliding of different types is often done on territory that has limited access.
Para-Man Sails Past
A man is over there taking a whiff of the salt air. The direction is sound, and the strength is sound. As he rotates, he begins pumping air into his paraglider. Onwards and upwards, billowing to its furthest extent yet remaining compact, much like a gigantic kite. It seems to be floating in the sky like a metallic spacecraft. After doing one last inspection of the wing, he takes a few deliberate steps into the wind and then slowly twists beneath himself. A second later, after gradually climbing to a greater height, he takes off from the ground covered in grass and flies away. He makes the turn by giving a very little pull on a brake toggle and then continues to follow the hill.
As he recedes farther into the distance, he approaches a group of wandering birds who are also taking pleasure in the salty air. After some time had passed, he appeared once again, sailing right on through with the gentle hissing of his lines stretching the air as the dead-smooth ocean wind blew. After waiting for an hour, he makes the decision to go back. He directs the craft, which resembles a chute, briefly downwind before reversing direction and descending gracefully out of the sky. As Para-Man prepares to touch down, he unconsciously presses down on the brake toggles that are held in both hands. He falls not too far away from us, takes a few steps, and then waits for the multicoloured canopy that was behind him to deflate and fall to the ground. He reminds me of a swan that I’ve seen on the nearby pond. Para-Man is back.
Hangy-Man Spirals Away
Hangy-Man has successfully completed the process of rigging his contraption. When the hang glider is grounded with one wing down, it has an odd appearance. A portion of the light summer wind that is blowing up the slope from the valley below is deflected by each panel that is pulled tight. Hangy-Man does a thorough inspection of the rigging, then secures himself underneath the connection point and effortlessly lifts the ship. He walks to the launch site while harnessed up and with his wings out in front of him. Minutes pass.
This is the perfect time to act. Both the hanglider and the guy go off at a brisk and speedy jogging pace. After moving forward a short distance, he steps up his pace and walks directly over the valley, the brown dirt falling away below him. When the legs and torso are tucked into the pod harness, a man transforms into a bird. Experiencing a gradual but steady loss in height. And we’re still falling, but hang on a second… A bump. Hangy-Man continues to twist his weight to the right as the audio-vario yells deeeee deeee dee dee dee! after every bump. This sense of falling, followed by a surge, and then a more joyful melody from the variometer. Put an end to the spin, wait patiently for further lift, and then the obedient wing will crank over again. Another hang glider is rapidly approaching from below, and it seems like they want a piece of the action too.
We have already made our way to the nearby landing field, where we will wait till Hangy-Man has completed his required amount of local soaring. As we shield our eyes from the light in the late afternoon, we see that he is getting closer. After lowering himself, he then pushed out the bar in a gentle manner, skimming the ground and reducing his speed to that of a jog as the nose rose higher. As though it were pining away for the heavens, where it had first descended from. He’s taken care of, and Hangy-Bird Man’s is back in working order.
Glider-Girl Hurled Into The Sky
Glider-Girl does her pre-launch inspections while assuming command of the launch from the cockpit that is coated in perspex. On the rough dirt runway, the gleaming white aeronautical wonder is poised. She gives the wing-runner the thumbs-up sign, and the towline begins to pick up the slack. As it draws closer, the girl and the glider seem to move haltingly at first, but they quickly pick up the speed and take off after the wing-man releases go of the wing tip and the glider launches itself off the ground.
Glider-Girl enables the velocity to build up gradually before accelerating quickly and entering the crisp winter air at a high altitude. As the sailplane accelerates upwards at the rate of a jet fighter, the high-tensile cable is rapidly wound onto the V8-powered winch that is working hard far below. In the end, she brings the nose down, pulls the release, and there is a sudden shock as the wire disappears. The girl and her glider travel through the air in complete quiet, covering far more distance quickly and easily than those other, more fragile planes.
However, because it is winter, even a sailplane will have to land soon if there is no rising air for it to play in. At a height of 900 feet above the earth, Glider-Girl completes another checklist before joining the circuit. The standard pre-landing procedure involves lowering the undercarriage and setting the flaps. We watch as she completes the leg of her circle that is against the wind and then turns elegantly into the final approach with just a hint of a bend in those lovely long and delicate wings. Glider-Girl releases the airbrakes around midway during the takeoff.
They are getting closer, but they are still a bit high, so she spins the brakes out even farther, and they claw at the wind that is passing over the wing. She does a good job despite the difficulty of the task, which involves a delicate dance including a stick, rudder pedals, and an airbrake lever. As she glides above the threshold of the runway, she cautiously lowers the heavy machine’s main tyre onto the dirt strip. A couple of faint rattling sounds as the tail wheel makes contact with the ground at roughly the same instant, now slowly, now dragging a wing tip in the soil as the craft drops to a speed lower than that of flight. We go outside to find her and offer our assistance in pulling the machine forward. After demonstrating such a high level of elegance in the air, it lands in such a clumsy manner, much like a pelican.
why not pick up the phone and give your family a few calls so that they may see your neighbourhood Para-Man, Hangy-Man, or Glider-Girl for themselves? And maybe fantasise of being able to fly as they do.