Yeah, but it was the wrong landout.

Beautiful spot though... flying out of Elmira I spotted a perfect field.
A flat, nicely mowed lawn on the top of a small hill. A clear
approach path, house, pool, and a guy sitting on his back step (before
cell phones, the fact that someone was home was significant).

An easy approach, perfect landing, a roll-up to the back of the house.
Oddly, the guy watches me land, stands up, and goes in the house. Hmmm,
this must happen here every day. I slowly get out, look out for dogs,
and keep waiting for the guy to re-emerge. Nothing happens so I walk up
to the door and knock. A husband and wife answer the door. I point out
the glider not 100 feet away and ask to use the phone. No problem.

After the usual pleasantries I take the guy out to the plane and he
confides that he was sitting outside hiding from his wife so he could
drink! I swear not to tell. The guy is pretty well fortified at this
point but when we return, he offers me a drink. By the time my crew
shows up, we're all 3 sitting around the pool, several drinks
downstream, watching the sunset. My brother had come along for his
first retrieve and thought he now understood why we liked soaring so
much. We were all invited to take a nude swim but we decided there was
nothing to be gained....do you guys have a pool KK?

Thanks for the memories!

Ken Kochanski (KK) wrote:
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Didn't you get invited to go skinny dippin' on one of your landouts?

KK