After our glider launched, we made our way over to the tie down area where about a dozen girls and young women sat in the shade at a picnic table and on lawn chairs, wearing black headcoverings, long dresses, and tennis shoes. As they watched the launch, they played with their i-phones, texted, and chatted quietly. Uvalde natives, they belong to the United Church of God in Christ Mennonite, and they were enjoying the competition. They seemed particularly interested in the tow planes and were trying to count how many different ones there were (on a good day, there are eleven)–the blue and black checked plane seemed to trigger the most attention. I asked whether they might take a glider ride themselves, and they said no, but friend of theirs had been up. “He said it was really quiet up there,” they said, which is not how I’ve heard competition pilots describe their variometer beeping, radio squawking, ka-jug, ka-jug, ka-jug turbulent cockpits.