I haven't written about my Mossy Banks flight on Thursday, May 3. Mainly because I don't want to re-live it. But thank God I get to! My launch was horrific. I am lucky to be in one piece. Jamie has a photo, but he hasn't sent it to me yet. I was flying (ie; holding on for dear life) the Freedom- wind NE at 15mph. Stupid stupid me. Cross, strong, too big of a glider for the conditions. 20 minutes after I launched, I landed. Kissed the ground. Jamie thought the air was shitty, Bob thought it was okay, Jack made it to Indian Cliffs, Scott top landed. 'Nuff said....