Flight

We were out for a walk and rockhounding session today when we chanced upon a bunch of paragliders on their way down from Idaho Peak to the ball field in the park at the lakeshore. First came a big tandem glider with a woman on her first flight with an experienced flyer. We were able to vicariously enjoy her exhilaration and euphoria at the experience. We watched them pack up the glider, folding it up cell by cell, packing it into a rucksack. Next came smaller solo gliders, with some pretty nifty landings -- beautifully controlled, almost like dancing out of the air onto the field. We watched long enough to see a few more launches off the top of Idaho.

In my next life I want to do this.