A lot has happened in a week. A lot of miles covered. A lot of time spent in the air. But here is the best bit.
Sorting the lines.
Ready to launch.
A few steps, the glider surges above me, and I’m off.
I find a thermal, and soon I’m above the launch, soaring next to the rocky, intricate peaks of the mountains. All by myself. I’m up for an hour. The glider turns beautifully. I love it up there. I remain inordinately pleased with myself for days.