The plane is relatively stable but I chock the wheels just to be safe. I give it a tentative push and everything remained where I parked it.
I go off on a short hike, enjoying the above the tree line views and topography with 6000' peaks rising on three sides.
Starting back upslope toward the plane I watch in horror as a tail wind, which has picked up as I walked, supplied enough thrust against the wings to push the plane over the chock rocks! Note to self, Bushwheels require larger rocks...
The plane rolls forward a little, gaining speed, before turning a hard left to an even steeper slope and the stream bed about 50 yards down hill! There was no way it was going to make that trip without significant damage at the worst and a big stuck at best. I'm still about 1/4 mile away and there was squat I could do but watch at this point.
Fortunately, the area on either side of this strip is made up of tussocks (excellent wheel chocks). The plane rolled about 6' and stopped. Still freaked me out! Damn near had a heart attack running that last 200 yards!!
