Last week, we had an aerial visitor sweep through the valley and cause a flurry of barking dogs. Maybe the person riding waves of warm air looked like a large predator from above. Once when Lilly and I were having lunch down in town, one such paraglider swooped overhead and landed close by. Lilly flipped out.
People jump off a mountain south of here and follow the air currents all over. Personally, I’d be terrified. Heights freak me out. That mountain you see is about 10,000 feet tall. I have climbed to the top with Tom and Ginko (the summer before Ginko blew out both knees). Photo of our valley below the video.
How cool. I wonder how Marge would react to that. I pointed out a very low flying plane yesterday to her, and despite all her fears, she just looked at like, “ooookay then..”