I'm in San Diego for a conference this week and I couldn't resist bringing my wing with me. Conditions were marginally soarable all day and several pilots landed on the beach, but I am pleased to say that I was not among them. I made three flights and barely flew an hour total. I decided not to take my camera airborne ... I'm not coordinated enough to scrape the ridge, blow a whistle when crossing the 'window', and take photos.
The best part of the day was when I met an flying buddy who I had not seen in almost 20 years - the last time I flew Torrey Pines. It sure is a small world.
I'm hoping to get some more airtime before I leave on Saturday.