I have no heavy training... Barely Elementary School. Preferred the wilderness, it became my university, but I got muddy boots and experience instead of School knowledge so my English was therefore quite inadequate. This blog is a project to improve my skills in English language.
We all have our own universe, welcome to visit mine.
April, early May, my wife and I traveled by car through France to enjoy the
early spring and play a week in the sand, with the kite and paraglider.
m³ of sand! Very fine-grained, soft as flour, wondering if I'll ever get rid of
it. It will probably follow my equipment for a long time to come.
Pilat is the largest sand dune in Europe, located along the Atlantic coast, at
La Teste-de-Buch, 60 km southwest of Bordeaux. It´s almost 3 km long, 500
meters wide and 110 meters high at the highest point.
Landes, east of the sand dune is the largest maritime-pine forest in Europe.
10,000 square kilometers planted by man for forestry and for stopping the sand.
(Which still moves about 5 meters inland per year!)
winds and the large soft sandy surface, free from all forms of obstacles, make
the area a paradise for paragliders. Here you can train different start
techniques, perform balance exercises and other ground handling.
can also get very nice flight time.
It was a
useful week for me and my new paraglider.
PG / PPGPosted by Uncle Henry Tue, December 16, 2014 16:27:03 It's
snowing profusely over our area today, wolf tracking'll have to wait until
tomorrow. Appropriate to edit video matrealet from Spain instead. Availing a
little flexitime you can't working evenly… ;-)
Club Pilot Plus. The week was designed to derusting
and flights would be long and challenging but most of it blew and rained away.
Thanks to Russ and Ross became the week yet very enjoyable and entertaining. We
got at least a day's flight with some down flights from El Bosque. Other pilots
were also really inspiring to hang out with, and what revelers, last night out
I'll never forget!
is a small mountain village in Andalusia, Spain, often mentioned with great joy
and passion of paraglider pilots. Now I understand why. After two weeks among
these devoted and lovely people, I am lost and longs already back.
The area is
known for its white villages, in part, a remnant of the Moorish era ended in
the late 1400s. The image above is from the neighboring village, Zahara de la
along with griffon vultures, was a dream come true. These majestic birds with a
wingspan of nearly 3 meter seemed almost amused by to hang out with us. A pilot
I met was swerving in thermals with more than 50 vultures around him! An
experience I hope intensely on for the next visit. (Mine came mostly as single
and glared at me a little hungrily)
For a few
days, was the weather gods teasing us. Nice wind but hard to find the way.
Sierra De Lijar.
So we went
to the coast, to Conil, where some just beginning with ground handling before
the rain came after ten minutes.
were fantastic, with magical flight of the Spanish countryside. Style Study of
Stu. El Bosque - take off.
not only the village's best pub; he also followed us with their mobile landing bar.
How else would we have been able to get cold beer at the last evening flight?
powerful to fly over Algodonales, the village where we lived.
is still in place as a restless spirit of the soul. What a great bunch, hope I
get the opportunity to fly with you again. Love you all.
finally got hold of a car that accommodates the paramotor but it is a bit
special. Do not think I can live with the gold steering wheel, but has not the
heart to remove Betty from the bonnet! She makes me happy :-)
is too short, I don’t care...
It's amazing to fit a complete engine aircraft in the trunk, along with
snacks, clothing, tools, extra paragliders and a lot of other things.
I took a
relaxing evening flight yesterday along with four crane, some geese and one
golden plover. It was nice but over time it became quite chilly. The engine
purred like a cat while I froze like a dog.
are very obstinate, requires infinite care, but only work when they want. It
therefore felt sad to go down for the landing when the engine was running so
nicely, but it all worked out by itself!
heard a sharp bang; it was the propeller that leaves for its own adventure
tour. Weird! And it would have been pretty scary if I had been in a sport
aircraft! But that's the beauty with paramotor, when engine power is lost; you
still have a great glider.
miss my propeller! It was costly and yielded impressive speed for my flight..
It's been a
fantastic summer, far more pleasant than the last year that rained away. Much
effort and almost no free time, just like it used to be, but why complain, shovelling
out 50 tons of gravel's also a pleasure, as well as ...
has been varied. Shovelling gravel for parking lots, cleared forests for new
sanctuary boundaries, inventory lichens, opened a new nature reserves etc. Now
it's finally calm down. Weekends are free and can be used for purposes other
than work. This weekend was rainy and was a good fit for editing.
At last I
got ready video of the paragliding weeks in Turkey last year. (It took almost a
year to get it done ... I'm lazy or what is wrong with me?)
is enough with flying eagles against blue sky, while I just get to watch! Took
time off from work today. Long time since I last played with my paramotor and
trike with skis. Wonderful, though damn cold, but wonderful nonetheless ...
Grayish, misty and alittle snowfall currently give scope for other things than
tracing, no point searching for lynx tracks on profit and loss, better wait a
few snow-free days.
Has spent the last few days editing. Tested new
equipment at some videos from paragliding in Åre from september last year.
Wonderful to relive the great days of autumn and powerful flights. If you're
wondering how it feels to be a paragliding pilot, start the video and join …
Thanks to Oliver Thurmann who offered my wife a tandem flight, we were given the opportunity to fly paraglider together again, for the first time since the early nineties. The blue, white and orange paraglider is my Ozone Geo 2, a reliable friend when thermals shakes the fabric.
I suppose I´m some kind of caretaker for nature reserves (warden, ranger..?) who also works with environmental monitoring and endangered species. Tracker since the mid-eighties, mostly wolves and other predators, and assistant in various research projects with inventories and telemetry.