Gena Tabery (SS crew)
29 July 2012
Julius and I towed Ron’s trailer (SS) yesterday from
Kerrville to Uvalde, following Rick Sheppe, who was towing Dick Butler’s (DB) trailer.
Ron and Dick had been flying for several days, working the bugs out of Dick’s Concordia
and a few onto the leading edge of their wings, trying to achieve the mind-meld
that will enable them to team fly against the rest of the Open Class.
All was fine with our caravan until we arrived at a Border
Patrol blockade about 20 miles outside of Uvalde on Highway 90. Border Patrol
re-routed all traffic onto a Farm to Market road that was wide enough for
one-way traffic, but not for a highway’s worth of eighteen-wheelers and glider
trailers. To accommodate oncoming traffic, everyone had at least two wheels in
the dirt, kicking up a storm of red dust. One ought not to have been allowed to
drive in those dust clouds without an instrument rating. When asked later what
it looked like, Julius reported, “I don’t know. I couldn’t see a thing.”
When we finally completed our long u-turn into the Dust Bowl
and arrived back at Highway 90, there was another group of Border Patrol cars
and officers, carefully examining the cars of a passing train. Shortly
afterwards, we arrived at a billboard proclaiming, “Uvalde Welcomes the World,”
with a gorgeous photo of glider in flight. What a relief! We were beginning to
wonder.
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