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Friday, October 3, 2014
Too Close For Comfort
I walked into the front bedroom this evening and heard what sounded like the motor of a powered paraglider. Usually, they fly over the water. But when I looked outside I saw one swaying wildly from side to side as it zipped by. He was right over the beach and awfully close to the paseo. Along came two more, flying higher and with less sweeps to the sides, although they too were flying mostly over land. They were either daredevils or out of control. (Click any image if you don't mind getting too close.)
It looked like the wildest of the three (the one who buzzed our building) came close to touching down on the beach in the distance. They all got a bit more lofty on the return trip.
And with another song in my head...