I’m making headway. Flying was not pleasant today. Better than walking? All the while.

After consulting with my buddy Nico, I trotted over to Trens and hiked up to a launch. The wind was fine, but I felt I’m too low, only 400 m above the valley. I felt my motivation shouldn’t be exposed to the risk of gliding down to where I started… I hiked higher.

It took me by whole to find a launchable spot. My arithmetic: I’m not willing to risk a 5% probability of landing in a tree on this launch.

I launch and the day is on. I’m late to the game but happy to have gotten my 6&1/2 hours of sleep. More than 4 m/s lift at moments, up to 3500 m asl. 5.5 m/s sink too, but not for extended periods. I blast over into Pustertal.

The flying is hard work. There’s a hefty NW and I’m getting pummeled. “Type II” fun, Gavin would call it.

I leave Pustertal for Gailtal, but get shaded out. I sink into valley wind. I don’t get beyond the farm I land on. They serve me for dinner (pumpkin soup from the farm, home baked carynthian bread with salami from their own cows, cole slaw, beer), and offer me a place to stay. We have a delightful evening. Gotta love Austria.