Free Flying

Flying has always been my passion. Forty years ago, strapped in an aluminum tube powered by avgas, I spent much time in the air. But, in my dreams, I never flew encumbered by metal and gas fumes.

Today, many flyers, my sons among them, fly with little more than a bag full of nylon cloth, a few hundred feet of cord and a body full of adrenalin. They climb up and leap off anything that gives them some air time. In a pinch they’ll even jump out of a airplane for fun.

A decade ago, I completed a sky diving ground school and almost took to the air. Back then, my arm movement was limited by intense shoulder pain when placed behind my back. A well meaning instructor pulled up on my arm to help me find the ripcord. And that pain brought focus to my adrenalin fueled thinking. For me skydiving became:

  • unsafe in some situations, were I couldn’t pull the cord
  • too expensive
  • too limited with no options for skydiving in Wyoming

I chickened out and decided to go another direction with something safer and cheaper like maybe motorcycles, another youthful passion. Yes, I’m approaching my second childhood. ūüôā

Since those almost skydiving days, drinking kombucha has removed all joint pain. I now have complete freedom of movement. And confess to again thinking about dream flying.

And with a paraglider, upward flight is possible.

  • it’s much closer to my dream flying
  • is fueled by less adrenalin
  • and still has much appeal

When I retire and have more time to spend with my sons, I’m going to let them show me how they fly.¬†But for now, I fly vicariously through the helmet cams of those who do. It’s truly free flying.

Here’s one of my favorites. It’s my son Jon enjoying a few¬†rare, leisurely¬†moments paragliding down the road from his home when he’s not saving the world from the bad guys.