Monday, May 17, 2010

Soaring With Eagles

May 3: Amanda woke up bright and early. Actually, it wasn't very bright out, and she set her alarm clock much too early. She reset it and then went back to sleep for a couple of more hours, before it went off a second time and she went off for a pedicure. Women. *shaking head*

I slept in longer, eventually wandering down to the main building with the laptop to get online. The rooms didn't have wi-fi, but the main building did, which is where I killed time until Amanda was done with her pedicure. I saw several hikers, including Big-e, who I talked with long enough to mention that Amanda and I intended to take a little glider ride. He seemed fascinated with the idea and said that he'd keep an eye open for us, but he was getting back on the trail and headed out of town. The trail passes very close to the airport, though, and he figured he'd be near the location at our scheduled departure time.

Amanda finally arrived, with sparkling nail polish on her toes, though admittedly, that was the only difference I noticed with these untrained eyes. We loaded up and drove the mile or two out of town to the airport.

Our pilot for the flight would be a fine fellow named Ryan, who I took an instant liking to. Can't say I ever met a guy named Ryan that I didn't like. =) He took us out to our glider, cleaned the glass canopy, set up a camera on the wing, and told us a bit about what to expect. I held up one of the wings to help taxi the glider onto the runway. Seemed kind of strange to be walking around an airport, even along the the runway, without a full body scan. After starting my hike at the Mexican border, I thought my feet would be grounded for at least a good five or six months. But here I was, less than two weeks later, ready to take to the air again. In a plane with no engine, no less! And who ever thought it would be a great idea to build a plane that didn't need an engine anyhow? They weren't even providing parachutes for us. *shaking head*

I got into the plane first, and Ryan strapped the safety buckles around me, then Amanda got in next to me. Both of us would fly in that back seat--an extremely tight fit for the two of us. In the sun, it was already very hot. And I was more than a little worried that Amanda's claustrophobia would be a problem. She has problems in spacious tents. I could barely wiggle a foot in my current position.

Ryan called for the tow plane to come by, which it did after a couple of minutes. I pulled a knob so he could get the tow rope attached to our glider, then he jumped into the front seat, closed the canopy, signaled to the tow plane, and we were moving down the runway!

The noise grew very loud. Although the plane had no engine, it sounded much like it would if you stuck your head out the window of a car traveling at freeway speeds. Just the air whipping by was loud, and we nearly needed to shout to be heard by Ryan.

Our plane lifted up from the runway even before the tow plane left the ground, giving us a sort of bird's eye view of the plane that was towing us the entire time. As soon as the plane started moving, a vent pushed fresh air towards Amanda and myself, a much needed cool breeze. And almost immediately, I had a problem. I was feeling motion sickness. "It's only a 30 minute ride," I thought to myself. "Buck up!"

The view out of the plane was awesome. I could see the Pacific Crest Trail snaking its way through the field I hiked the day before, and I wanted to point out features I'd seen on my hike. But because of my motion sickness, I said nothing and just looked out the window and enjoyed the view. I was afraid to open my mouth in fear that if I did, vomit would come out. A quick glance around, and I didn't see any barf bags either. Hmm..... This could get bad.....

Amanda, sensing my discomfort, asked if I was doing okay, and I mentioned about the motioned sickness, and Ryan practically threw a barf bag back to us. Oh, good, there is one. Yeah, I better have one ready. I opened it up, and almost immediately hurled into it. It was like a Pavlovian response. As soon as my head knew it had a safe place to hurl, it just had to go.

Ryan asked if I was okay, and nodded affirmative. It's not a party unless someone throw up, right?

"I could have this thing down in a minute if you need it," he said.

"No, I'll be fine." I paid $200 for the two of us, and I was not going to land early because of a little motion sickness, damn it.

Amanda seemed to think the same thing. "He's fine! Keep going!"

At 4,000 feet, Ryan pulled a knob to release us for the tow plane. We were gliding! A thousand feet up in the air, in a plane without a motor! Quite literally, we would know fall to earth.

We could see the Pacific Crest Trail stretch into the distance--it's amazing how visible the trail was despite our height above it, but I didn't see any hikers. See the PCT wandering through the meadow?

Ryan tossed back another air sickness bag, just in case, but warned that it was the last one he had.

I remembered an incident when I got motion sickness on a bus in Central America with Amanda, and I threw up, and the smell had started making Amanda gag, so then I started worrying about the smell. Having two of us throwing up wouldn't do anyone any good! Amanda started opening up the second bag, but I waved her off. Let's leave that one in reserve. If she started gagging, she should have her own bag. =)

I threw up some more--my God! I had no idea so much food was in my stomach! It seemed like a bit missed the bag, though, and I had a pretty good mess going. I nudged Amanda for the second bag, which she opened and I stuffed the entire first bag into it, then just hold the second bag up to my mouth the rest of the flight. I didn't feel like I was about to throw up again, but heaven forbid if it came on suddenly, the bag was already in place.

Additionally, I could feel some of the vomit was now mixed up in my newly sprouting beard. Keeping the bag over it would help contain any odors. =) Ryan asked again if I was okay, and I nodded. "Keep going!" I shouted into the bag.

The view outside just got more stunning. We could see snow-covered mountains in the distance--the so called "mini-Sierras" we'd been hearing about since the kickoff, and had so much snow that detours were suggested for hikers to avoid it. I was a little surprised to still see snow on any mountains at all. There was snow on all of the mountains I'd been hiking thus far while driving to the kickoff, but it had all melted before I arrived. The trail reached a maximum height of about 6000 feet, and still no snow except for the occasional patch in snow. And that was just one day. The mountains ahead were a bit taller--as high as 9000 feet, but surely after the last several warm days, it would have been gone by now. Apparently now, as was evident now. Well, it would still take a few more days before I arrived, and no precipitation was in the forecast. It still had time to melt. One blog I read online suggested not to use the detour even if there is snow--it'll be good practice for the real Sierras further up the trail. Which actually makes quite a bit of sense. But damn, snow? Still? In Southern California? I'm hiking through a friggin' desert, and I'm seeing amazing wildflower displays and snow?

We were able to see the Palomar Observatory off in the distance as well, a place we wouldn't be visiting on this trip. Maybe next time.....

After about ten minutes, the glider hadn't lost any altitude at all. The thermals kept pushing us up, helping to maintain our elevation, and the plane soared over the ridge of a mountain--the kind of shot you only see in movies. The top of the ridge passed under us, remarkably close, but pulling over the ridge opened up a view that stretched a hundred miles. Wow!

Then I barfed again. How could there be anything left in my stomach?

We glided and soared, as Ryan pointed out features on the horizon and gave us a tour of the air. After our 30 minutes was up, he glided the plane into a steep decline--much steeper than I'm used to seeing on airplanes (apparently, you have to really force these planes to go down--they'll stay up practically forever otherwise, unlike normal planes). Then he banked toward the runway, and we landed safe and sound, stopping nearly on the exact point where we started. Remarkable.

We saw Big-e by the terminal. It's not really a terminal--more like a dilapidated building that looks like it might be used for storage, but that's where the airport operations are run from, and he was taking pictures of us as we landed and started getting out of the plane.

Ryan opened the canopy and jumped out first, then Amanda quickly followed. I said seated for a minute or two, trying to regain my stomach, and Ryan was kind enough to take the vomit bag from me as I unbuckled and exited the craft. Amanda told me that I had vomit in my beard.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks." She gave me some wipes to help clean up, but I made my way to the restroom to do a much better job of it.

Big-e thought the whole thing was so friggin' cool that he signed up for his own soaring adventure, so Amanda and I took seats on the deck and watched them take off and soar around the skies until they landed a half hour later. Big-e seemed positively radiant about the experience while getting out of the plane. We didn't get very good pictures of his exit, however, since his glider was way off at the far end of the runway. By the time we walked over there, they were already out of the plane and tying it down. We swapped contact information with Big-e so we could trade photos later. He had  lot of good pictures of us flying around, while we had pictures (and camera-movies) of him landing and taking off.

We gave Big-e a ride into town to mail a logbook of his flying time. Big-e is actually a pilot, and I guess he gets some sort of official flying credit for this little adventure. I'm not exactly sure I understand all of the details myself, but they gave him a small book with the official log of his trip, and he didn't want to carry it on the trail. (Dead weight, after all.) So we drove him into town to the post office to mail it to himself back him.

I needed to make a stop at the post office myself, to pick up a mail drop sent from my mom. Originally, I had no plans to use Warner Springs as a mail drop, until I reached the kickoff and realized that I left my official PCT permit that allowed me to thru-hike the length of the Pacific Crest Trail back at my mom's house. Whoops! So far, I haven't been required to have a permit on this section of trail, but I would eventually, and I needed that permit on me. So I had my mom send it to me here, which she did, and which arrived, and I'm now good to legally hike up to (but not through) the Canadian border. (That permit I'll have her send to me later on.)

Rather than made Big-e walk back to the PCT trailhead again, we drove him back to continue his hike.

The rest of the day we spent at Warner Springs Resort. We washed some clothes--even after cleaning up in the restroom, I still smelled like vomit, and I think some transferred from my hands to the jacket I was holding before I had a chance to clean up. So we washed the vomit-smelling clothes. Amanda took a soak in the hot springs while I showed Elk how to carve stamps. Later we ate dinner at the cantina with several other hikers, including Fozzie, HoJo, and Brittany (who, so far, seems to have ducked the "Spears" trail name).

I showed Brittany my "glovelets" after learning that the back of her hands had suffered severe sunburns during the hike. (One of them is even considered a third degree burn--which is pretty darned serious!) Not sure if she'll decide to try something like that or not, although she has said that she definitely needs to do something about it because it really can't be in the sun at all anymore. It's the nastiest sunburn I've ever seen. (And drats--I didn't even think to try getting a photo of it. Maybe if I see her on the trail later.)

And, this became my first Zero Day on the trail--a day with no official miles hiked. Unless you count sky miles, and I'm not sure how many of those I covered. I did get a peak ahead from the sky, though. =)

12 comments:

Okie Dog said...

Wow!!!!! What a thrill that must have been soaring with the Eagles! Outstanding blog message, Ryan! Loved it all. What was the white on the other side of your trail we could see from your view point? Sand? Or snow? It sure was white for sand, but then maybe you all have white sand in CA? Never been there.
Thanks for a thrilling ride, ha ha. I could smell the vomit briefly, ha ha.
OD

wassamatta_u said...

Hey Ryan!
If you think you're vomiting NOW, wait until you see what I have done to AQ! Mwahahahaaaa!!!!!!

Sue KuKu said...

1) I get motion sickness, so I feel for you. When I throw up, I usually do it three times -- takes that many times before my stomach isn't gripping and lurching.

2) I've always wanted to try a glider! Now, hmmm . . .

3) Pedicures aren't just someone dabbing polish on nails. You sit in a massage chair with your feet in a whirlpool. After several minutes of this, your feet are cleaned and pumiced and your feet are massaged clear up the calf! For quite a few minutes, too!

Then finally, your feet are dried, your nails cut into submission and THEN you have polish put on.

So, next time, Ryan, get a pedicure and skip the polish step. You'll love it, especially after your long hikes.

KuKu

ArtGekko said...

Great narrative, Ryan - I could almost smell the excitement...

Gotta love Google adwords. In the margin of this blog entry was an ad for Iams dog food with the headline "Is your dog vomiting?" LOL!

Hope all your zero days are that much fun. :)

Anonymous said...

Amanda Quote: "He's fine! Keep going!"

Got to love Amanda!!

Love you too Ryan, you always tell us everything!! Cracks me up.

Hope you continue to have a safe hike, glad you have other hikers around to hike with you and Amanda as your "Angel".
Take care,
Ona Journey

tomboyknits said...

You're a real trooper!! Motion sickness is no fun, but it sounds like a real adventure!

Anonymous said...

If you had told me in advance, I could have sent you an aircraft stamp to plant at that airport.

-- Kirbert

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

Nasty! Amanda is a saint to have been able to tolerate all that barfing and smell. She's a keeper for sure!
I had my gall bladder removed about 9 years ago, and even though I can still feel sick, I've never been able to vomit since it's removal.

Unless you'd like to have your gall bladder removed, you'll probably want to carry some of those anti-nausea pills or bands for future motion sickness.

Hike On!
~Twinville Trekkers

eaw said...
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eaw said...

Hey, Green Tortuga. I'm back on the PCT doing another section this spring. I finally pulled the pictures/videos off of my camera before heading out here again, and discovered that I HAD managed to capture the video of you & Amanda landing and getting out of the glider. I posted links to the video's in my Postholer journal entry for that day. (I can't seem to find your regular contact information, so hopefully you get this).

Hope you are well!

Eric (hiker aka "Big-e")

Anonymous said...

I know exactly how you feel, Ryan! My boyfriend (then husband later) and I were squished into a glider in Calistoga, CA just hours before I met his parents for the first time. I was so sick and the the pilot thought it was hilarious because he thought I was scared and I told him through clenched teeth that I had motion sickness and wasn't scared at all. He immediately stopped doing all his fancy maneuvers and flew straight and level and landed shortly after that. I exited the glider dripping sweat and the people waiting for the next ride wondered if it was really hot in the glider. I told them, "Only if you've got motion sickness." I didn't vomit but fell terrible for hours afterwards. Same thing happened a few years later flying in a small plane over the Grand Canyon. Except I did vomit then - and swallowed it! I've flown in a small plane and a helicopter since then (in AK) but it took 35+ years to try it again!

Anonymous said...

I know exactly how you feel, Ryan! My boyfriend (then husband later) and I were squished into a glider in Calistoga, CA just hours before I met his parents for the first time. I was so sick and the pilot thought it was hilarious because he thought I was scared and I told him through clenched teeth that I had motion sickness and wasn't scared at all. He immediately stopped doing all his fancy maneuvers and flew straight and level and landed shortly after that. I exited the glider dripping sweat and the people waiting for the next ride wondered if it was really hot in the glider. I told them, "Only if you've got motion sickness." I didn't vomit but felt terrible for hours afterwards. Same thing happened a few years later flying in a small plane over the Grand Canyon. Except I did vomit then - and swallowed it! I've flown in a small plane and a helicopter since then (in AK) but it took 35+ years to try it again!