Bruce and I went for a hike last Saturday at the Blanchard. Forest Block. I really enjoy this hike. It’s about seven miles round trip: just right for a morning’s outing. The trail starts out like this.
I love how the trees stretch and lean toward each other like they’re whispering secrets about the hikers who pass underneath.
Even though this hike is a there and back type—I usually like loops because I don’t like seeing the same thing twice on a hike—this one has a delightful reward: the Sound and the San Juan Islands.
At the overlook, Bruce and I snacked on trail mix and I snapped a few photos. Right about when we had decided to head on back, a guy and a gal showed up with some colorful cloths bundles and began to unroll it on a gravelly pad just below where we sat.
Aha, they’re going to paraglide. I got my camera ready to grab their images as they floated off.
But, my gosh, they took the longest time preparing for their flight. A couple of other folks showed up, and by their questions to the flying duo, I could tell they knew something about the sport, themselves.
The young man unrolled the kite-like cloth, smoothed it, checked it. Talked. Answered questions. Studied the area, studied the wind conditions. (Barely a breeze.) I wondered how in the world they could get their gliders up in the air with so little wind.
I couldn’t see the woman. She was hidden from view by some bushes. But the guy stood near the precipice, studying, examining, checking his equipment.
Finally, he suited up: harness, helmet. Checking, checking again. And he seemed to enjoy instructing the onlookers about the sport.
I stood there for a full fifteen minutes, holding my camera up, waiting.
The guy was extraordinarily deliberate and methodical. Like a good thriller, his actions made me tingle with anticipation, whetting my appetite, holding me in suspense. Any second, now. Any second.
I’m sure he had no idea I was watching from uphill, practically jumping up and down in my impatience to see him take off.
He raised his arms, like a frigate bird drying its wings. Yes! Get ready…
And then…and then…
Immediately afterward, the guy disappeared from view, and I was concerned he’d plummeted to the sea.
But a couple of seconds later, he re-emerged:
Beautiful. Almost makes me want to paraglide.
Some takeaways from my fifteen minute observation of the paraglider:
- The guy was experienced. He didn’t just think he could paraglide. By his conversation and by the way he handled his equipment, he had done this thing many times.
- He took his time, which I think is the mark of a seasoned sportsman.
- He was gracious to the people who asked him questions. He had a calm, almost humble, attitude, and he was willing to take the time to explain his method.
- He patiently waited to take off until his female partner, with her paragliding stuff, was also ready to take off.
Some good questions for me in my writing life or for you and whatever you aspire to:
- Am I doing all I can to gain experience and continue building my skills, like this paraglider?
- Am I kind, and am I able to explain my methods to others?
- Do I take the time to ensure I’m producing a well-thought out, superior product?
- Can I work well with others, showing consideration and respect for their individual needs and preferences?
I am so glad I stayed to watch this paragliding man. My photos will remind me to imitate a paraglider whenever I work on another writing project.