I've had my eye on a very steep rocky slope near my house with no LZ for more than a year ...waiting for an opportunity to fly it. When a southeast wind kicked up, I couldn't wait any longer. My
converted chuck glider/plank doesn't fly all that well and its radio gear is going into a real kit soon. So why not? When I got up to the spot where I intended to launch I could hear the wind howling in the Pines on the Ridge higher up and the wind was swirling, coming in lots of directions, even some downdrafts.
There's not a 3 foot patch of grass anywhere, just boulders as far as the eye can see. The wind was gusting regularly from 10 to 25 mph and I was standing at the top of 150 feet of 50° slope about 500 feet total above my car. I was nervous because I knew my glider could not handle those gusts and the only way down was crashing. But I was ready to make the sacrifice, so I tossed it! The lift was huge and wonderful as I expected!
I gave it enough down elevator to keep it penetrating and it was moving up quickly... I was thrilled for a moment. But, I was also so nervous my hand was shaky and I needed to sit down but couldn't exactly find the rock behind me that I intended to sit on. I made a few extreme turns to bleed off a little altitude but quickly found myself too high too far out losing my orientation a lot. I turned towards the slope. Then there was a lull and suddenly the glider was 75 feet below me.
Because the glider is made of EPS and the airfoil is very slow, when the wind and lift is strong it needs a lot less reflex, and then when there's a lull, it sinks like a rock if I don't re-apply more reflex. But if I apply too much, it stalls easily. So I was porpoiseing around. Thinking I would try to land in a small grassy spot far below.
But I was able to work my way back up a bit when suddenly a gust came along and I lost control of the plane heading towards the mountain fairly close to the slope. It disappeared out of view below me and I thought "crap!! now I don't have to worry about flying that glider anymore". I was still a ball of nerves hiking down. I started thinking that if the crash was as violent as I expected, even my servos might be ruined. Then I started worrying that the glider might be out of reach in a difficult spot that could involve a precarious recovery.
As I rounded the corner, I saw a little bit of red color in an easy to reach place and was relieved that it would be easy to get to. When I got close enough, I was stunned to find the plane sitting level in the middle of a circle of grass just big enough to contain the glider. It was facing the slope with nothing askew and entirely completely unharmed without a single scratch -- as if it had just alighted there like a helicopter would.
Later, I noticed the nose was slightly flatter than before. So I suspect it hit a rock dead on and bounced back onto the grassy spot... anyway, my disbelief was so complete I was pinching myself for the rest of the day!
I felt so lucky, I thought 'everything's gonna be all right!', not just my glider, but everything, if you know what I mean - everything.