Before heading out camping last Friday, I went for a run. Alex was at Digital Globe, I had just finished a long planning meeting and my weekly status and I needed to get out. Our standard running trail is about 3-4 miles. We go out the back, past the playground, between the lake and the foothills, up an evil rise, past a playing field with a windsock flying, past a big field of prairie dogs, up another rise and back home. The windsock had always caught our attention and puzzled us. The playing fields seemed suited for any field sport - football, soccer, field hockey, lacrosse. They're beautifully groomed, but not exactly marked.
On Friday afternoon, I figured out what the windsock was for. It's for the paragliders that love our little section of the foothills. As I ran, there was one paraglider just finishing up his flight. At first he was all tucked up in his little cocoon as he swirled around the top of the hill, then he glided down, eventually popping his legs out and running onto the playing fields. He ran for quite awhile aided by the paraglider, I'm assuming to get his stuff closer to his car. Then all at once the paraglider just collapsed and he was done. Rory and I ran over to him to find out how I could do it (wimpy dog just isn't that adventurous). Apparently there is a paragliding school (http://www.parasoftparagliding.com) that meets every day at 8 am in this field. Stay tuned for more info on me paragliding!!!
Then on another part of the field, I saw a bunch of guys fighting with sticks. We had seen renaissance like people fighting with sticks or swords the other day near our own playground, but this looked different. Turned out it was a group of people practicing Philipino stick fighting, lead by a guy with a South African accent. After a zillion years of Tae Kwon Do, we're ready to try out something new. Maybe this is it. Again, stay tuned...
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