Two things always happen when I drive past the Point of the Mountain.
First, my cell phone calls drop. Always.
Do you think they mess with signals around the prison? I could be persuaded to believe that.
And second, I see people flying.
Paragliders of all colors soar around the mountain and give me air cravings.
Recently my friend said she was getting a group together to go experience this driving distraction firsthand.
Had to go!
Michael & I went for his birthday -- unfortunately we had very different experiences, and his was not the better one.
Take-off fail = Birthday present fail.
But he lived to tell the story (of how he and his guide bounced down half the mountain in their attempt to fly),
and he's up for trying it again.
My guide had me climb the top half of the mountain and chase down some better wind.
Thank you, Mr. Guide. I'm all for skipping the bounce experience.
We climbed up the ridge of the mountain, then took off from a steep incline.
He had me stand in front of him, told me I would be jerked backwards, then to sit back. I figured he gave me that instruction as a prep, but he was talking real time.
Before I had even imagined worse-case scenarios, we were flying!
He taught me how to pull the canopy and maneuver the turns. Then he took over to do some fancy 360s and other tricks I could have enjoyed forever. It was like a roller coaster with no rickety track or jerking head.
Bliss.
I risked the life of my phone to capture it all on video,
so be grateful!
Warning: May cause dizziness.
