John took a good look at the sky and smiling he opened the hanger doors. Today would be a good day to be aloft. He pulled his sailplane from it’s home in the hanger and towed it to the staging area near the flight-line. After a through pre-flight check John checked where he would be in the queue for take-off. Only two planes ahead of him. “Good, I’ll be in the air in a few minutes,” he mused to himself.
And sure enough about 10 minutes later John was following the Tow-plane to an altitude of about two thousand feet where he where he released the tow rope and began circling till he found and up-draft. In a few minutes his altimeter indicted he was passing nine thousand feet.
Off to the left was a towering Cumulus, bright in sunlight and a few scattered clouds below. But all things must come to an end, so he opened the dive-brakes and began a long descent back to earth.
John checked the traffic pattern and looked to see what other planes had landed before. The runway was clear. So he made a smooth landing with enough speed that he was able to taxi right to the hanger door. Then came the second best part of the day, sitting around the club room with other sailplane pilots rehashing their exploits of the day
One more entry for Sunday Photo Fiction writing challenge for November 20, 2016