The Lakeview fly-in was one heck of a good time.  The valley was
beautiful, the folks were friendly, the hot springs were hot, the bars were
crowded, and the ladies, ah... lovely.  The only problem was that conditions
were mysterious at best.  I got about an hour in my first four days.

  This left time for other kinds of creative endeavors:


	Everybody Flys But Me.

Sitting on launch, watching the birds fly,
watching mosquitos, watching time fly,
everybody flys but me.

They call for east, so I set up for east,
and I watch folks flying west.
Wherever I go, it's blowing down,
I never know which site's best.

Preflight, Hook-in, I'm ready to go,
then an hour and a half on launch.
So I take a dump and the valley lifts free,
everybody flys but me.

First in the morning, last at night,
I can't get off that hill.
I musta pissed off them wind gods bad,
to grudge me such an evil will.

So I QSO on my ICOM,
I play music on my Va-ri-o.
I got a Z-3 bed and a twenty gore pillow
Just waiting for that wind to blow.

My catheter dribbled as I sucked on my tube,
and I watched the clouds drift by,
with my feet propped up, in the shadow I laid,
of my three-thousand-dollar,
full-race, tweked-out, surf-coated, metal-cloth, double-sleeved, Airwave...
Sunshade!