Nothing says ‘bold’ like gliding through the air – with or without the parachute.
Imagine stepping out of the library, arms heavy with stories to carry me away only to see a solo sailor making their way to…where? I can only guess they left from the mountain top in town (wind wasn’t that strong to carry one over a good fifteen miles that I could feel).
I have two high-reaching dreams: learn to fly an airplane and gliding. Once upon a time skydiving was on that list, but alas, I let the one opportunity to take the plunge slip away. A hot air balloon was once on that list, too, but I had to settle for riding in a helicopter. Reality check states that a zip-line might be a sane place to start.
What lifts your spirits? What daring goals do you seek on land, sea, in air?








