Lovely and very cool. I think hang gliding comes pretty close to pure flight, at least the view from one looks very much like that video when flying close to terrain working ridge lift. I stopped having flying dreams after flying for several years. I miss the dreams. Wingsuits look like fun, but I’m to old for that much adrenaline, maybe it’s time to buy another glider or at least take a check ride.
No thanks on the squirrel suit! I’ll take a nice, safe waterfall ice climb before one of those contraptions.
Cool video! I’ll be looking for more of those. He was terrain flying, and I found it interesting what and how we went along. We have one of the largest riparian populations here; it’s nothing for me to see a dozen or more hawks per day, without trying very hard. Bald eagles often perch in my front yard in the tall trees. My favorite sightings are the rare visits by Golden eagles.
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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1692 MANGROVE AVE
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
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Lovely and very cool. I think hang gliding comes pretty close to pure flight, at least the view from one looks very much like that video when flying close to terrain working ridge lift. I stopped having flying dreams after flying for several years. I miss the dreams. Wingsuits look like fun, but I’m to old for that much adrenaline, maybe it’s time to buy another glider or at least take a check ride.
No thanks on the squirrel suit! I’ll take a nice, safe waterfall ice climb before one of those contraptions.
Cool video! I’ll be looking for more of those. He was terrain flying, and I found it interesting what and how we went along. We have one of the largest riparian populations here; it’s nothing for me to see a dozen or more hawks per day, without trying very hard. Bald eagles often perch in my front yard in the tall trees. My favorite sightings are the rare visits by Golden eagles.