Flying the Sierra Nevada

April 2001, Foot and Mouth disease had closed the English countryside, ending any possibilities of Hang Gliding pretty much anywhere in the UK. John Barratt from Sussex Hang Gliding and Paragliding (now South Downs Hang Gliding) must have predicted this outbreak, as he'd timed his hang gliding trip to the Spanish Sierra Nevada Mountain range perfectly. So, on April 1st 2001, 6 of John's former, but recently qualified CPC students headed to Gatwick Airport for a flight to Malaga, Spain, for a hang gliding holiday that would fulfil our greatest expectations.

After meeting each other for the first time at Gatwick Airport, we boarded our flight to Malaga, Spain. The flight arrived in the evening where we met up with Ozzie, a member of the Southern Hang Gliding Club. All seven of us then set off to locate the 3 hire cars that John had pre booked for us so we could make our way to the town of Padul, our base location for the week. Up to this point things were going well, but in the typical fashion of don't speak too soon, we discovered there was no record of our hire car booking. Fortunately, Matt spoke fluent Spanish and after a short musical dialog between himself and the hire car personnel, he had arranged 3 cars, each with a roof-rack ideal for the transportation our hang gliders (which we would pick-up later).

We left the car hire depot and headed to Padul, a small Spanish town about 10k South of Granada. John had already left England a week earlier with his camper van loaded with our hang gliders. John had arranged to meet us at the 2 luxury apartments he had arranged for our stay. Around midnight we all arrived, and celebrated the occasion with a few beers. By around 2am it was time to sleep, as Monday would be the first day of flying the Spanish mountains.

Monday 2 April 2001

The night arrival night had hid the surrounding countryside from us, so when Monday morning arrived, we were surprised to find ourselves in a beautiful Spanish town, surrounded by the Sierra Nevada mountains. A quick trip into the local town of Padul sorted us with breakfast and presented Tim with an opportunity to rebuild his Aeros Target Hang Glider that he'd short packed to an amazing length of just 2 metres for the Journey to Spain. This was the source of considerable entertainment to the rest of us as Tim struggled to assemble the pile of metal tubes into something that resembled a hang glider. Matt generously aided in the process and before long a complete hang glider had been assembled.

Assembling the Aeros Target
Matt and Tim assembling the Aeros Target hang glider.

The first trip of the day was to the bottom landing field of the nearest site, Padul, for an inspection and a quick brief about our flight and landing approach. The bottom landing field was an old disused micro-light landing strip about ½ a mile from our apartments. The landing strip was now a foot deep in crop, so we opted to use a small ploughed plot of land a bit further on.

The windsock was inserted in the centre of the crop before we left for the launch point that was 1500ft higher, and about ¾ mile away as a crow flies. The trip to the take off was up a steep dirt track at the back of the mountain. John's prior scouting trip had ensured that we arrived at the top without making a wrong turn (something that John had done in a previous visit).

At the launch point our gliders were rigged in preparation for take off. The view was simply fantastic, and for most of us, this would our first truly high top to bottom. The launch point was somewhat daunting at first appearance. It consisted of a gravel slope around 20/30 metres long that concluded with a reasonable 1000 foot drop into the quarry below.

Matt viewing the Padul South launch
Matt viewing the Padul South launch.

John prepped us with a simple flight plan: A good take off; turn to the left, and an easy glide to the landing field. Simple we thought, and we were all itching for our first flight! Somehow, Tim with the least flying experienced managed to be at the front of the queue and was the first to launch. A good launch, but… hang on, didn't John say something about turning to the left and heading straight to the landing field? Tim commenced his first flight with an elegant turn to the right, heading towards the general vicinity of Padul, the opposite direction to the landing field! Fortunately Padul was a good source of lift and gave Tim the necessary height and time to correct his flight plan and head to the safety of the bottom landing field.

Roger Flying over the Quarry at Padul
Roger Flying over the quarry at Padul

Eventually my turn arose and I found myself in take off position. Tony, my nose man dashed away when I instructed him to "release", and I was left with the glider on my shoulders and the freedom of the valley air in front of me. A deep breath and a hard run down the slope got the glider flying. I then pulled the bar in further, ran a couple of additional paces for additional airspeed before my feet left the ground and I was flying. As I entered the prone position the gravel slope slipped behind me and the ground suddenly fell away. There was now more than 1000 feet between me and the ground, this was it, I was flying the Sierra Nevada.

The glide was a simple top to bottom; however, it took the best part of 5-10 minutes to get down and land, well that's what it felt like! This was my first flight in 5 months and my first from such an impressive site, so I wasn't going to try anything ambitious! My landing wasn't perfect, having only just made it into the landing field (I didn't quite judge my glide very well), but I was down safely and raring to do it again! Simply Amazing!

Tuesday 3 April 2001

John Launching at Padul
John launching at Padul. The snow capped mountains of the Sierra Nevada range can be glimpsed in the background.

A slow start to the day meant that we were ready for flight by the afternoon (was it the beer from the night before?). The wind was still from a southerly direction, which meant it was the Padul south launch again. This time the launch site didn't seem so daunting and after rigging our gliders, each of us launched. All the flights with the exception of Roger's were simple top to bottoms again. Roger decided that today was cross-country day, and as we watched him venture up the valley into the distance, we wondered if he were to return. He did and with a huge grin on his face!

My first flight concluded with an interesting landing. During my final approach I flew over the sewage works that processed what ever came out of Padul. This happened to be a good thermic source (don't ask!), as it generated a 6 up sending me skyward. Unfortunately my inbuilt auto-pilot was set to land mode and I failed to exploit this lift; I was more concerned with getting down, so I turned in an attempt to leave the lift. A few moments later my vario squealed high pitched beeps and I was in 6 up again, the landing field was slowly getting smaller! This happened a few more times, prolonging my flight another 2 minutes or so before my landing. If I'd only stuck with it, who'd know where I'd ended up!

The only eventful landing was Tony’s, when he demonstrated a hang glider stall/parachute landing technique (flaring too early) from a height of no less than 30 feet, dumping him nicely on his belly and fortunately without major injury (mainly a bruised pride as we were all watching in horror).

After packing the gliders, loading them up, and returning to take-off, the second flight of the day was executed. By the time of the third flight, the wind had shifted around to the north, ending Tuesdays flying! That evening each of us would have our own exciting stories to tell!

Wednesday 4th April 2001

Wednesday started off as being a possible day for not flying. The wind had shifted to the North and it looked to be blown out (too windy!). John had decided that today might be a chance to look at Loja, a site about 40k away facing north. So, with the hope of flying, we once again loaded the vehicles and headed to Loja.

Loja Launch
Tim setting up his glider at the Loja launch. The bottom landing field can be seen in the distance far below.

The Loja site was simply impressive. The landing field was about the length of 4 football pitches and the grass was maintained at a descent level courtesy of the local shepherds flock! There'd be no problems running on this stuff! So, with the landing field examined and the wind reducing somewhat, we headed to the take-off that was a staggering 2000 feet higher than the landing field. It was starting to look like we'd be flying!

The takeoff site gave rise to an impressive view of the valley below and spotting the landing field proved a little more difficult than usual. After a short debate, we all decided that this tiny little field in the far distance, 2000 feet below was in fact the landing field we had inspected earlier. This was where we'd all be landing!

Matt launching his Calypso at Loja
Matt launching his Calypso hang glider at Loja.

Matt somehow volunteered to be wind dummy by launching first. After a few turns he was heading slowly downwards. Thinking this was going to be a simple top to bottom flight, no one was rushing to their gliders. However, to everyone's surprise, Matt had scratched his way back to take off height and was maintaining it. Matt's voice then echoed across the various radios tuned to his frequency, "Stop watching me and come JOIN me!". Cheers Matt, that was all the encouragement I needed and I was off. After launching I executed a few turns and a couple of random 360's before my vario squealed one of it's happy, I'm going up sounds. A bit more random turning (as I didn't really know what I was doing) put me on top of the stack (well, there were only 3 of us flying at this point - so I had my moment!), as I looked below observing all the hang gliders beneath me (had to get that in), I decided to spot the takeoff site and after concluding that these microscopic rectangular things beneath me were our cars, I realised that I was high. My vario's altimeter confirmed this by reading well over 1000 feet above take off height, or 3000 feet above the landing field! Not bad for a novice! My Highest flight to date!

Dan launching the Calypso at Loja
This is me (Dan) launching my Calypso hang glider at Loja.

Wednesday ended with everyone having the flight of their life, with Matt probably having the best flight by staying up for almost two hours with a height gain of around 1700 feet! However, his being air sick three times, probably put a bit of a downer on it, but I bet it was worth it!

Bent Metal
Dave examining the remains of his bent upright.

Thursday 5th April 2001

Thursday saw us return to Loja; however conditions were not as good as Wednesday's as maintaining height was a bit more of a struggle. With this in mind, and our confidence in flying greatly increased, we began to play. I did some simple big turns (lots of roll), whereas others were experimenting with stall turns or something. The net result was squeals of excitement from fully grown men!

Tim, with probably the least airtime put us all to shame when he flew to the wispy bits at the bottom of the clouds. That to me was cloud base, although I was later told that it isn't quite!

Dave probably gave us the most to talk about when he landed somewhere other than the landing field (we basically had no idea where he was at first). During my flight I managed to spot him in a small field next to some houses/power lines/road/tree/rocks whatever obstacles you'd could possible imagine! Fortunately Dave had attached his digital video recorder to his helmet. This woukd give us all the opportunity to watch and laugh at his personal drama later that evening (the days before YouTube)!

Basically, Dave had ventured too far from the safety of the bottom landing field and was now heading towards the lee of the mountain. The net result of which was lack of lift which slowly brought his glider increasingly closer to the ground. Unfortunately for Dave, this part of the mountain was heavily wooded leaving him practically nowhere to land, that is except for someone's back garden (large field) where he somehow managed to get down in one piece!

Unknown to the rest of us, Dave had radioed for help! Unfortunately the 2000 foot high lump of granite we'd been jumping off absorbed his radio signal and his pleas went unheard. Upon reviewing the video footage that evening, we all chuckled upon hearing Dave's frantic cry, "Hi guys, can anyone hear me. I'm in the s**t now, can anyone see where I can land?".

Friday 6 April 2001

Friday, and back to Loja again. The wind was even lighter, but a few local pilots had turned up, including a chap called Bobby who had moved to Spain from England! I could see why, the Spanish siesta, weather and endless opportunities for flying! However, the conditions today were not as promising as the previous days so I was thinking this was going to be a simple top to bottom, as our experience and gliders didn't really permit a flight of massive height gain. The challenge was to see just how long we could stay up!

Unknown to the rest of us, Ozzie had given John a challenge (get to a certain peak, then cross the valley or something, far beyond my capabilities!). So, as the rest of us were preparing for launch and queuing in the launch area just like us Brits do, we were somewhat surprised to hear John's apologetic airborne, "Oops, cheeky take-off!", as he jumped the launch order by launching from the car park, swooping over the rest of us and onward into the clear sky.

Loja Bottom Landing
The bottom landing field at Loja and a visit from a local shepherd.

My flight lasted around 30 minutes as I scratched around for lift. Giving up trying to get some lift, I decided upon a glide into the valley for a little explore. After visiting the local sites (bridge, road, tree, house... yawn!), I headed back to the landing area for landing. I still had excessive height so I executed 2 large circular laps of the landing field, with Tony voicing obscenities at me from the ground. As I headed down wind on my final turn, I realised that I was approaching the ground faster than anticipated. The immediate execution of a sharp turn (lots of roll) and straightening into wind landed me safely! This was all captured on Tony's camera (I haven't seen the pics yet).

Mark had an interesting approach, mainly due to the small tree between him and the landing area which he had to literally step over to clear!

A few of us were lucky enough to get a second flight in. The thermals had switched off, but the wind had increased enough for some gentle ridge soaring. This was the perfect conclusion to the day, and to the week!

Assembling the Aeros Target
The team, starting far left going clockwise: John, Matt, Mark, Dan, Tim, Roger, Tony, Ozzie and Dave.

Saturday 7th April 2001

Saturday was to be our last day of flying, but the strong winds had returned, putting a damper on any more flying. Still, to fly 5 days of a possible 6 was simply amazing (I'm lucky if I get 5 days in a year in the UK).

In preparation for our return to England, and for something to do as we weren't flying, we short packed our gliders and loaded them onto John's van. John would later drive back across Spain, cross the Bay of Biscay and the South of England whilst the rest of us simply flew back (what a guy!).

We concluded the day with a trip to the top of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. On arrival we engaged in a mass snowball fight, then, after exhausting ourselves, debated the feasibility of a top to bottom flight from the 11,000 ft mountain summit.

Our drive back down the mountain became a scouting trip for possible launch points for future flying holidays, and gave Ozzie and Tony the excuse to climb the biggest rock they could find! The day concluded in Granada where we wined and dined before heading to Malaga Airport for our return flight to England.

Thank You!

I can't finish this article without thanking all the guys for a fantastic week, the residents of Padul that all knew who we were after day one ('loca' being voiced by many of them!), and especially John Barratt for organising the whole thing and giving me the encouragement, support and guidance throughout my flying life.

John Barratt runs a number of foreign flying holidays and I would strongly recommend anyone wanting to improve their flying skills, build upon confidence or simply to enjoy their flying to have a look at his website:

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