Summary:
As new paraglider pilots, we've heard legends of flying from the top of
the radio tower mountain near Goodsprings. One Saturday, the flying group decides to go
there and possibly fly if the wind permits.

The Radio Towers
As we drive through Goodsprings and to the top of the radio tower
mountain, I get a strong sense of deja vu. Sure enough, I have been here before! The place is covered with radio towers,
humming equipment, and mysterious buildings.
Unfortunately, the wind was not very strong and blowing from the wrong
direction. Wind direction can change so we decide to wait around a bit to see what
happens.

The view was great. To the left was Las Vegas in the
distance and to the right was Sandy Valley.
Hey! It looks dangerous. Let's all go climb on it!
There is an old wooden ramp that leads out to nowhere. This is used by
hang gliders for launching. The wood looked old and rickety. Maybe it was such a state of
decay that it was unsafe to walk on? All the electromagnetic radiation on the mountain top
certainly couldn't help the longevity of a wood structure.
I'm not saying there is such a thing as alien mind control, but for some
strange reason, everyone just had to climb out on the ramp and tempt fate. Being the
designated photographer, I resisted temptation and remained on solid ground to document
what may be the others last moments.



From left to right: Maraya Lotrakul, Mike Grayford, Kevin Biernacki,
Roger Morse, Roger Morse, Kevin Biernacki, and Joe Kucan
Fortunately, the ramp was quite sturdy and everyone lived. It was then
that the mind control thing happened again.
This looks even more dangerous.
Let's all go climb on it!
The radio towers are equipped with climbing ladders. Everyone just had to
go climb on them.


Time To Fly (maybe)
The wind was marginal at best, but Roger wanted to
fly if the wind became a little better. He set up his wing in anticipation of flying and
then waited for the wind to improve. Occasionally, the wind would blow up the mountain at
the right speed, but it was because of rotor. The prevailing wind was actually blowing the
other direction but as the wind curled over the mountain top, it made the wind appear to
come from the opposite direction. After a 10-15 minute wait, Roger realized that it was
not meant to be.
Time To Go (definitely)
The wind just would not cooperate, so we pack up and leave. Maybe next
time we will fly.
The End