Free Flying

Soaring through the skies has always ignited a spark in my soul.

Four decades ago, I found myself amidst endless horizons, strapped into a metal bird powered by avgas. But in my dreams, flight was never confined by metal cages or the scent of fuel.

Today, the sky beckons many, including my adventurous sons, armed with nothing but nylon fabric, lengths of cord, and a thirst for thrill. They scale heights and leap off cliffs, embracing the wind’s embrace, even daring to leap from airplanes just for the sheer joy of it.

A decade ago, I stood on the edge of a skydiving adventure, eager to taste the freedom of the skies. Yet, aching shoulders and a grim reality dawned as I struggled to find the ripcord. Skydiving faded from my grasp:

• Unsafe without full arm mobility
• Too costly
• Wyoming’s open skies offering no sanctuary for this dream Instead, I embraced a safer, more grounded passion, like motorcycles, relishing the rush of my second youth. 🙂

Since those near-skydiving days, sipping on kombucha whisked away all joint discomfort, granting me the wings to fly once more. Now, the dream of flight dances on the horizon.

With a paraglider, I can taste the sky:

• Closer to my dream
• Fueled by gentle thrills
• Irresistibly captivating As retirement bestows upon me more moments with my sons, I’ll let them guide me through their aerial realm. For now, I revel vicariously through helmet cams, capturing the essence of true freedom in flight.

One of my cherished videos showcases my son Jon, relishing tranquil paragliding moments near his home, when he’s not busy vanquishing villains and saving the day.

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With a heart full of dreams and a spirit ready to soar, D 🌴🌊