Wow....lots of great stories!

My most memorable one was when a bunch of folks from Arizona were flying out
of Parowan a few years ago. We all headed north on a great day and on the
way home we agreed on the next turn out to the southwest. I headed out
there only to later find out that the rest of them (behind me) decided it
was overdeveloping and with rain starting went more toward Parowan. After
finding that out and not finding lift also headed that way. They all landed
at Beaver, UT and I was cut off by a wall of rain and virga. I found some
half kt lift over a trash fire and finally had enough altitude to get
through the virga and with them all on the ground decided to do a low pass
at the airport. They all lined up and mooned me as I came over.

Uneventful landing only to have several sheriffs cars pull in soon
thereafter. Turns out that the only house on the airport was occupied by a
nice Mormon lady that was of course appalled at the sight of all of those
white behinds and so called the sheriff. Also by then one of the crews had
arrived and there were many beverages being imbibed. We assured the sheriff
that the nice lady must have been mistaken and that none of us drinking were
going to drive and so they left.

Another similar story happened when once again 8 of us got cut off by storms
over a town west of Turf (Aguila). The entire town is made up of small
airport communities and we landed at the nicest one. After securing our
gliders one guy who had a hangar full of BD-5's, invited us to his beautiful
home where he made us some of the strongest margaritas I've ever tasted.
Luckily we all had crews since I'm sure that none of us could have driven.
Even taking the gliders apart was a challenge!

Casey Lenox
KC
Phoenix