Sven and I went to LeCount yesterday afternoon. Down the beach,
we spied paragliders, so we set off at a fast clip and walked all the way to White Crest. I could never paraglide, not in my wildest dreams, but Sven would probably have enjoyed this sport had it existed when he was younger. My admiration for these fearless souls knows no bounds. Yesterday the wind was not cooperating much. We stood and watched as the men and women tried to launch into the air, got strings tangled, stopped, re-started, tried again. One fellow had mastered all the techniques and gracefully zipped back and forth along the crest of the dune. What fun he was having! 
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Paragliding is actually pretty gentle. We sent the MIL up for a parasail (paragliding behind a boat) for her 68th (or one of those late 60s birthdays). The FIL went tandem with her and they both had a blast.
Not sure if I'd have the nerve to try paragliding, but it looks absolutely wonderful!
Love this.
I'm actually going hang gliding this coming June. It's something I've always wanted to do...at least ever since I realized that my childhood dream that I would develop the power of flight just wasn't feasible.
I told my husband that I wanted to go hang gliding before I turned 30, which is happening this coming August. And since we're going to start trying to have children in late June...
Gorgeous photos. I can't wait to show them to Etani when he comes home from school!
really nice shots, Alexandra. how are you enjoying your new camera?
Steph, this does sound like a sport to try before starting motherhood. Kerry, I love the camera but really need to find the time to take lessons as I am not using half of the options available.
That looks absolutely amazing. I don't know that I'd "jump" at the chance to go either, but so fun to watch--and what great pictures.
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