|Pete just found out I'm his dad|
The sensation of running off the ramp into the void is exhilarating. You have something underneath you, then nothing. It’s spectacular to feel, to the one-zillionth degree, what a pterodactyl once did. No? Is pigeon the more comfortable comparison?
The flight circled over the mountains and beach, lasting just under 10 minutes. Ricardo was cool enough to let me snap pics and video with my camera (several other outfitters would not); and even though I had to put my hand in a certain spot, I was able to get our takeoff and bumpy landing. Apparently, the wind changed directions on him as we approached the beach, and instead of running along the beach to a stop – we just smacked the sand.
Here’s an edited video of the flight with multiple angles of the takeoff and landing:
|That's the sun|