Otto Meet 1971 attendee story
by Neil Larson
Now 40 years ago May 23rd -- I was soon graduating from a local Southern California High School. It was a warm Spring Sunday morning. Perhaps because I was the middle child or perhaps because I was a High School Senior, at any rate my parents both agreed to escort me for a family drive to Newport Beach. It was a pretty big deal because I was without my own means of auto transport, actually my Mom had persuaded Dad to do this favor for his son, at any rate we drove down the San Diego Freeway into Orange County. I did feel awkward because the reason for the trip to Newport Beach was practically impossible to explain to my Father. I had begged them to make an afternoon family outing so I could attend the special event that day, all I knew was what had been told to me by my Hawthorne High School friend, Tom Valentine.
Tom was an avid sailplane pilot who subscribed to the Soaring Society of America (SSA) magazine Soaring which displayed a small ad in the back for a upcoming hang gliding meet. Up to that point in human history there had never taken place such an event as was too occur on a Pacific-facing hillside in Newport Beach. But to find the exact manner of verbally communicating to my parents, what a hang glider was. The only reference my father could possibly have had was if he had seen one of a half dozen odd issues of Popular Mechanix or Science & Mechanics or Popular Science over the past 10 years with articles about homemade one-man flying machines or light weight homebuilt gliders. What was about to occur-what I finally convinced my Mother of-was the sincere truth that, indeed, if they went to this "thing" they would not be sorry; and I guaranteed them it would be worth the time, gas, and effort to make this trip.
Along with the SSA magazine Tom had shown me the night before in his garage was a hand printed "flyer" announcing this event-so it had to be true. Of course my father-being of the right wing affiliation-was more-or-less resigned to think this was some wild crazy hippie experience that would be an utter waste of time.
On the drive down to Newport Beach. I sat in the back of the Ford leaning up over the front seat feeling like the tail wagging the dog, because if this turned out to be a farce and wasted Sunday afternoon ...believe me: I would not hear the end of it.
After several vain attempts to locate the site of what should be many people on a hill somewhere near Fashion Island Mall , we managed to find our way along a rough spot on the road-a gravel unpaved level section of what is MacArthur Blvd. Eureka ...Yes! The event was a reality; we could see a hillside of tall dry grass dotted with persons and an assortment of "winged" contraptions. As my father parked along with a growing mass of onlookers, I couldn't wait to get out of the car. My overwhelming desire to get a closer look at these airships and find my buddy Tom was quashed all at once when Mom said, ..."Neil, you don't go up there you'll only be in the way; I don't want you getting hurt."
Dad nodded in agreement, so I was relegated to standing in the dust watching the Flying Circus at a distance of perhaps 200 yards.
That was the day, the day which now is recognized by the international aviation community as the beginning of the sport of modern hang gliding. The hand-printed mimeographed handbill/pamphlet which gave a complete after-action report of the event in great detail by editor Joe Faust, one of three men responsible for the vision and foresight to dream up this event ... "Never can there be another First Modern Universal Hang Glider Championship ---opening to the world a refreshing renewal of that relentless desire of man, woman, and child to fly freely into the ether that is our home--all the purity of intention commensurate with the historic significance of the big event...
So it happened that I was one of about 1,000 persons to witness this mostly unrecognized event in the history of aviation, of human flight, and of modern technology; it was to be known as- The Great Universal Hang-Glider Championships -Celebrating the 123rd Birthday of Otto Lilienthal -Sunday May 23rd 1971.
Keeping with the counter-culture spirit of the times when Sit-Ins & Be-Ins and spontaneous Hippie gatherings were common place, this location had been selected at a last minute in an attempt to avoid being entangled in a bureaucracy of formal red-tape permission and legality. The actual handbill flyer gave Capistrano Beach as the original site of an upcoming man-kite meet, with the preface and stipulation that last minute changes may force this event to be moved to a more suitable location.
Looking back and knowing my father as I do, it is a miracle that he agreed to sponsor this outing at all. What remains is the fact of the matter with the evidence of that event. The Los Angeles Times for Monday, May24, 1971 carried photo of pilot from San Luis Obispo: John Hancock flying during the event on the cover of the morning issue.
Later the Vol. 141, No. 2, February 1972, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC Magazine printed a seven-page (pp. 286-292) article with photos and a detailed story Happy Birthday Otto Lilienthal! This coverage sent the joyful celebration around the world.
Far-and-away the best report is carried in an archive edition of Low & Slow magazine, the publication of the Self-Soar Association (S-SA) - edited by Joe Faust. This is a part of a PDF document set of six DVD's sold by the USHPA/USHGA as a complete magazine Collection 1971-2004.
We have a comprehensive list of those who received the tangible written certificates of award handed out and signed by Jack Lambie, Lloyd Licher, and Joe Faust, the three organizers. About half of the flying man-carrying aero-craft launched or present on that hill were derivations of Jack's "HANG LOOSE" design bi-plane hang glider, which he was selling plans through the US mail at the time for $3.00 a set. Jack, a part-time middle school science teacher, had used the biplane as a summer school student participation project the year before.
Several of the entries in the event were either students Jack instructed or from those with plans purchased and mailed out. I visited Jack Lambie, over 12 years later, in 1983; he had a large box up in his garage with stacks of ready-to-mail plan sets for the Hang Loose. He told me even after three address moves, people still contacted him to buy Hang Loose plans.
Now we have come 40 years; the world has passed by what occurred on that Buffalo Hills Estates slope overlooking MacArthur Blvd. In 2008, I took a drive up to walk around through the wonderful peaceful residential park atop that hill. Knowing I was probably the only person who attended the "Otto Meet" of 1971 to go back to that location since the Fly-In.
I send this story because it is my great hope that the memory of such an important historic event will now be brought to the attention of those living in Newport Beach City. It is my desire to establish a respectfully designated tribute marker that will recognize the historic place and perhaps a simple stone marker of granite will be placed nearby that hillside to give honor and dignity to such a worthwhile celebration of flight and human endeavor.
*** I have much more interesting details and background information concerning the Otto Hill Fly-In of 1971 :: The Great Universal Hang-Glider Championship Celebrating the 123rd Birthday of Otto Lilienthal on Sunday, May 23, 1971.
~~Signed: Neil Larson, USHPA Charter Member #24, and first SCHGA Historian, United States Hang Gliding & Paragliding Association #24.
E-mail:
Neil@WorldHangGlidingAssociation.org Happy Birthday, Otto Lilienthal!
NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC magazine , Vol. 141, No. 2.
Publication: NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC magazine feature article
Title: Happy Birthday, Otto Lilienthal!
Date of publication: Feb. 1972
Pages: 286-292 (seven pages with photographs)
Contributor(s): Hawkes, Russell (Author)
Collison, James (Photographer)
Subject(s): Lilienthal, Otto, Aircraft, Aviation, Experimental aircraft, Hang gliders, Recreational aircraft, Sailplanes, California;Newport Beach, California