The Ground from Above
“Wind me up,” calls out my hang gliding instructor, Mike Patishall. It’s one of his signature signals that we’re ready to fly. Did I mention that I’m strapped above him — somewhat precariously it...
“Wind me up,” calls out my hang gliding instructor, Mike Patishall. It’s one of his signature signals that we’re ready to fly. Did I mention that I’m strapped above him — somewhat precariously it...
By Kip Tabb – First there’s the sound, a resonant, rich tone speaking of primitive forests and endless plains. There’s a little bit of the rustle of a snare, giving it a slightly Caribbean...