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To Fly

The earliest chinese character that I remember learning is 'to fly'. I was sitting in a small classroom in Kuala Belait, Brunei, and I remember my teacher writing the character on the chalkboard and then gesturing to the class what the character meant. It is a vivid memory. I was five years old.

When I was nine my father noticed me staring out of the car window during a road trip in Malaysia and asked me what I was looking at. I replied, 'I am watching myself fly.' He was quiet for a moment then replied, 'Son.. It is important to know the difference between what is real and what is not. Some things are possible and some things are not.'
A program on TV that I saw when I was twelve showed a man jumping from the edge of a cliff holding a huge kite. That was my first glimpse of hanggliding.
It wasn't until I was twenty that I acted on my thoughts of flight. I was riding a motorcycle at 180 km/h along a lonely highway on an Autumn day in Vancouver when I was f…


Finally.. back home in Calgary.

A few days in Honolulu eased the tension in my high stress life.

Of course I didn't fly directly back to Canada.

I needed to deal with some business in Malaysia so I spent a few weeks in Kuala Lumpur before returning to Canada. From a rooftop nightclub at my birthday party I took a picture of the Petronas Twin Towers, which are well known to base jumpers.

Next I spent a few days in Los Angeles with my good friend, Kraig Coomber, of Moyes USA. My new hangglider sail had arrived, made with the new Code Zero cloth. Not all the carbon parts for the airframe had arrived so I will need to make another trip to LA in early 2011 to build my new glidezilla.

After all that racing I needed a little R&R.. rest and renewal. My first stop was Sao Paulo to take in some sun before facing the fast approaching northern winter.

2010 PWC Superfinal


The Superfinal is over. As I sipped on my last glass of sour cherry juice in Turkey, before my re-entry flight back to _normal_, I took a few moments to reflect on the past two weeks.
The Superfinal was the culmination of two years of planning, hard work, and some luck. Now that it is all over, I feel a little depressed. Not in a bad way, but I feel just a little blah. It feels strange to wake up and not have a super intense day of racing ahead of me.
But this is what I want. I like contrast, extremes, change. Well, change is envitable but I appreciate moving continuously through phases of experience. After some time flying my hangglider, I miss my paraglider. After some good racing, I miss boating around at my local site without instruments. After waking up early everyday during a competition, I enjoy sleeping in and sipping on an espresso while surfing aimlessly on the net. When I'm in Canada, I miss Brazil. When I'm in Australia, I miss Malaysia. Missing is ju…


Up to 4000 m cloudbases, 10 m/s thermals, 8 hour flights, and 160 km triangle flights... Welcome to Chelan!

Ozone Mantra R10.2

This is an amazing glider! Everything about this glider is light.. lightweight, light brake pressure, light bar pressure, and lightspeed! Sometimes the Muller Hill really delivers and this was one of those classic days. Bernie came out with his new Boom7 to play so I took the opportunity to do some filming. Other than being attacked by a butterfly and getting picked up by an invisible dust devil the day was a pretty mellow in-air chill session.

Afonso Claudio

Launching from Rampa Do Guandu

Thinking Tree



On my shortlist of 'things that make me happy' is flying a new area. It really is special to get to know a new town, the local pilots, experience the air, fly XC, and land somewhere unknown, perhaps without roads. It's during the long hike-outs that I remind myself what a well-spent day looks like and that this was one of them. Days like this leave me with a subtle smile that lingers.