Crestline Soaring Society

Stan the Man called it!
We took the McBus up on Stan’s prediction, got to Marshall about 1:30 and loitered for an hour as the wind danced around. Mike B, Mark and I flipped coins to see who would key Stan’s car when we got back down to the LZ.
Then it got steady upslope and Stan was the Man again. A little while later the boys were at 10,000+ and Stan was promoted to saint. (Too cold for me, I got to 9300 and went back down to get warm.)