Cat Tales: Miscellany and Mischief

Day 29: Launceston

We go hang-gliding today, which scares me half to death because I'm terrified of heights. But the beauty of the nature we'll be soaring over eventually convinces me. I have to do it, if only just this once, even if it does scare me. When am I going to get another chance?

So I get strapped in and the instructor tells me what to do. I'm half-listening, half-praying I'll remember everything I'm told. When it's time to head off, though, my feet won't move from the rock. I can't bear to think of not having solid ground underneath my feet. Hubby comes to the rescue and simply pushes me. Before I know it, I'm gliding through the air. The wind is cool and rich against my face, and I find myself responding quite easily to the current of the wind, turning my body this way and that to get just where I want to go. The instructor herself is right beside me, helping me remember when I need to pull up and when I need to turn. It's the most fun--and the most fear--I've had in a very long time, but the combination reminds me of something like riding a roller coaster, so the fun wins out and I have a blast.

Hubby enjoys it too, though he's kind of top heavy, so he has a little more trouble landing his glider and ends up falling right on his face. Thankfully, his glasses don't break, though his pride is a little wounded. He dusts himself off and we head back with the others to settle ourselves down and get some food.

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