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A Walk in the Garden

As the sun descended upon the horizon and shadows grew longer, I left on a flight deep into hidden valleys, over a sea of evergreen and rock. A few moments to clear my head, in this ordinary paradise.

Cloud Forest




Canadian National Championship


13th FAI World Paragliding Championship


Strong north wind. Jeremie LAGER of France is World Champion!

Reluctantly, the time has arrived to travel home. But we take with us memories that will endure a life time!


Strong north wind.


Strong north wind.


One hundred and thirty glorious kilometres over magnificent mountains, alpine meadows, and forested plateaus.

The forecast was excellent and, finally, we had pleasant launch conditions.

I launched directly into a solid 5 m/s thermal that lifted me to the 3000 m cloudbase within minutes. It was cold and rough as we sped along the course, deep in the mountains.

The final glide proved to be critical. Many landed tragically short. I made the difficult decision to abort final glide only a few kilometres from the end-of-speed section and turned 90 degrees to the course line to search for lift. I used the little height that I had to dive low into the lee of the south hills and miraculously found a little dragon of a thermal that nearly frontalled my …

Rat Race


The : Source

The Halkomelem name for the peak, Theeth-uhl-kay, means "the source" or "the place from which the waters spring." For the Sto:lo, the peak is the "mother mountain" or old woman overlooking her children dwelling in the valley. Lady Peak, to the south is the old woman's dog. Cheam, the official name of the peak, is the Halkomelem word for "wild strawberries."

Baixo Guandú


Sea Gull

This is a visual story about a boy's imagination becoming a man's reality.

When I was a boy, I often lay in the sand and watched sea gulls soaring invisible waves of air flowing over the houses, walls, and buildings along the beach. Many years later, quite by surprise, I found myself soaring those invisible waves, looking down at the sand that I used to lie in, and reflecting upon the bitter sweetness of time passing. All during this twenty kilometre out-and-return flight, along the coast of Vitória, Espírito Santo, Brasil, with a paraglider.


The second stage of the Paragliding World Cup, will be in Baixo Guandu, Espírito Santo, Brazil, from 13-20 Apr.
As a relaxed training flight, my good friend Zenilson took me on a rare flight, launching from Morro do Moreno in Vitória, then surfing apartment buildings and hotels for twenty kilometres, flying at 120-180 m above the ocean, before landing on the beach, next to a coconut water kiosk, to hydrate after three hours of play.
The flight: