winging It Paragliding on the Central Coast and Beyond
By Larry Sh aw with Jaala Thibault Jagged mountain peaks rise above the green valley floor, and everything slowly comes to life as the orange sun inches above the horizon. Distracted by the beauty of the New Zealand landscape, I struggle to return to the task at hand: flying. The lines to the grounded paragliding wing transition from slack to taut with the cycles of wind. The wing flutters, eager to fly, as it fills with air. Everything feels right—time to focus and commit. I guide the wing over my head, take a few steps and watch the ground beneath me slowly move away. Why haven’t I done this sooner? That first high flight is etched in my memory—the day a new world of sky exploration opened up to me. Now I find myself here on the Central Coast continuing the adventure I started on the opposite side of the globe. Fortunately, some of the best flying
Beginners work on "kitting," controlling the wing on the ground before launch. Summer 2016
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