There's a large paraglider meet about eight miles from us this week, bringing folks from all over the world. We heard a shout and looked up to see a young man with a very colorful sail gliding over the horse pasture, around in a pretty arc over some trees and into our hay field.
Participants had apparently been told to shout so that they wouldn't scare the horses. Yrsa, Tosca and (to give him credit) the POA Siskiyou all looked up with rapt cursiosity but no other reaction. In fact, Yrsa and Tosca hurried down to the fence to get a closer look. When Bruce went down to help him gather his gear and transport him to where he could meet his crew, he said he is with a group who came over from Hawaii. Nancy
