We are aloft, gliding silently, high above the green landscape. “You guys seem to be finding lift. I’m getting low, I think I’ll join you.” We hear Jason, another club member, over the radio.
“We still show six knots here, come join,” replies Dale from the back seat of our glider, letting Jason know that there is still lift, and that we’re climbing at about 600 feet per minute.
“There he is, joining our thermal below us,” I say, spotting the other