Dream Flying

Greetings! Come, peer into the kaleidoscope of my dreams, where I soar high and unencumbered. 🌌

It’s akin to observing the world from different angles – sometimes looking down upon it, other times casting glances backward, as if witnessing a spherical world roll by. And when my gaze extends outward, it’s reminiscent of my days as a pilot, a more conventional view of things.

The thrill intensifies when my dreams whisk me away to mountain flying, especially beneath a canopy of dark, starlit skies. It may seem a tad bewildering, but the sense of liberation and the sheer experience are undeniably exhilarating. Those dreams? They’re absolute treasures!

Here’s yet another Alaskan paramotoring escapade for your enjoyment:

Isn’t that sense of freedom simply awe-inspiring? Now, the burning question: could I capture that same sense of freedom here in sunny Florida?

Many seasoned pilots who delve into paragliding and motoring often find it more gratifying than any other form of flight.

But is this merely a figment of my imagination? Or are dreams destined to materialize into reality? Am I too seasoned for this adventure, or would it come at too steep a cost?

Truth be told, I yearn to shed the engine, the fuel, and the clamor associated with paramotoring. It feels like a step backward toward my days of flying airplanes.

Observe how gracefully my son navigates the skies of Hawaii – now that’s more like it. However, let’s be honest, sandy South Florida lacks the volcanic allure of Hawaii. It might require more than just a gentle sea breeze and a sandhill to lift my not-so-light self off the ground.

Now that retirement has gifted me with ample time, uncertainties loom regarding strength and finances. It may be time to seek assistance from my cliff-jumping, wingsuit-flying son. If feasible, it’s an endeavor this old soul deems worthy of pursuit. Enjoy the journey!

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With wanderlust and anticipation, D 🌴🌊