20 August 2009

avian revery

Five hours with an instructor was enough. When time was up, I popped the canopy, he hopped out, and I flew solo. Back up to 1300 feet, I cooled the engine, and turned it off. Weightless. Well, compared to this agile beast. To ascend any further, the game becomes cloud hunting. A small, squirmy cumulus usually sits on good lift. Or you could just follow the birds. Wedge-tailed Eagles, Little Eagles, White-bellied Sea Eagles, vultures. Thermal experts. They've had about a 150 million year head start.
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