In a trip from Wisconsin to Colorado I pick-up a niece whose circuitous entry into our family is a marvel and subject for another time.
We arrive in the mile high city and I am determined to achieve a lifelong dream of hang gliding. Despite my best efforts no tandem pilots are available and I’m offered an opportunity to paraglide instead.
Some research reveals this to be an unusual and high risk sport involving “flying” a large rectangular fabric wing on wind updrafts and thermal air.
We immediately decide to try it.
Our pilots are highly skilled and solicitous of our safety.
Thus my addiction to ‘sky crack’ is born.
It’s inclusion to my skills repertoire becomes an obsession that I chase for 3 years and builds a family of pilot friendships that lead me around the world in an effort to chase the wind.
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