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.
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And with another song in my head...
Possibly the best way to spot the perfect beach.
ReplyDeleteBob:
DeleteOr even the perfect apartment...
This reminds me of a time when I had gone into the community chapel at Holy Hill (think seventh floor of a monastery built into the side of a hill that is the highest elevation in southeastern Wisconsin) and after sitting down, heard a roaring sound right above the chapel roof. I looked outside just in time to see a hot air balloon passing by, dangerously close to the wrought iron crosses that topped the church towers.
ReplyDeleteMichael:
DeleteThat conflagration would have been biblical!
That looks like an exciting thing to do. I'd give it a try, if I don't exceed the weight limit.
ReplyDeleteStephen:
DeleteWell, I'm going to pretend that I exceed the weight limit (although it's not true for me and I have a feeling it's not true for you either). It's an easy out.
They are braver than I! Or dumber? I'll go with braver...
ReplyDeleteMichelle:
DeleteUsually I'd say they're braver than I. But I think these guys, coming so close to land and buildings, were a combination of braver AND dumber.
Definitely not for me! I like to watch, but not participate... when you can count the hairs in their eyebrows they are MUCH too close.
ReplyDeleteSharon:
DeleteI wish I had caught a shot of the guy when I first saw him. Although I couldn't count the hairs in his eyebrows, I could clearly see his face.
Sports you do not want to practice. Whatever happened to a nice game of gin rummy.
ReplyDeleteLaurent:
DeleteYou've never played gin rummy with Jerry's family. Those cards can be deadly weapons.
Mitchell, that exciting sport I love it.
ReplyDeleteGosia:
DeleteI don't know that I'd ever have the nerve to do it, but I prefer paragliding without the motor. The noise of the motor is off-putting for me. But the idea of soaring so high above the earth is enticing.
More nonsense! Beaches are for swimming and book reading. Stay on the ground people. .
ReplyDeleteSpo:
DeleteAt least you're not intolerant of the sand. I know some people who say beaches are for looking at from the pavement.
I'd be so worried about not landing safely it would overwhelm the undoubted pleasure there must be in the gliding motion itself. Rather defeats the object.
ReplyDeleteRaybeard:
DeleteThat's really my greatest fear.
"Wasn't it supposed to be a cow?"
ReplyDeleteHeh heh :) You crack me up, clever Monsieur Mitchell! :)
Judy:
DeleteThanks for humoring me. Sometimes I really do get a kick out of myself... (And I was really pleased with that photo,too!)
Yeah, paragliding is NOT in my bucket list. Love the shot of the guy near the moon!
ReplyDeleteKnatolee:
DeleteIf I HAD a bucket list (not a believer in those), paragliding wouldn't be on it either (but I could change my mind... not about bucket lists... about paragliding).