Slow Down

Müller Hill from Brett Hazlett on Vimeo.

Brasil

Carmo do Rio Claro from Brett Hazlett on Vimeo.



Goal Bliss



Beautiful Carmo do Rio Claro


Governador Valarares from Brett Hazlett on Vimeo.



Valadares sunset



Arriving late in Caratinga



Urubu



Village



Chasing a lone cloud



High over Governador Valadares



A Santa



Guga is recovering well



Mangos



Moyes Brasil

California

Gliders, gliders and gliders



Motocross with Kraig et al.



4,800-year-old Bristlecone Pine living at 11,000ft



Gunther's launch against The Sierras



Life always finds a way



Little critter on a rock



The Sun rests over goal



The Whites



Goal



Long valley glide after climbing to 18,000ft



Owens Valley


Marshall from Brett Hazlett on Vimeo.



Massive dam



Testflying a Moyes Litespeed S4: What is wrong with this picture?



Evening flight on UP Edge



The beautiful and fast UP Edge

Bernie

Bernard was married to Moon this weekend. Don Glass came all the way from Iowa to attend the wedding. It was a great time!



B&M

Bernie

Bernard was married to Moon this weekend. Don Glass came all the way from Iowa to attend the wedding. It was a great time!



B&M

Fortune

Chinese restaurants in North America have a tradition of handing out 'fortune' cookies after dinner. I was essentially raised on rice but did not see a fortune cookie until moving to Canada.

They are kind of fun, usually corny, sometimes funny, rarely inspiring. This is a picture of my favourite three, which I keep in my wallet. Each one was inside my fortune cookie days before leaving for an important hanggliding competition.

Santa Cruz Flats 08

Cotton pod



Moyes Boys instant pack-up job



In the launch line



Francisco Grande Resort



Dustin takes a passenger for a late evening tandem



Aerotow launching on Day 4



Happy to be first in goal and enjoying the only patch of green in miles



Discussing Moyes Boys tactics



Lonely desert road



Picacho Peak



Desert reflections



Distant ridge



High and cold



Moving into the launch line



Connecting harness to glider



Hanggliding paradise

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Chris

A seminar downtown had just finished and I was on my cell with Bernie.... the wind's on, let's go. We didn't have to say it, we knew what it was about. It was the eve of Chris' birthday and it might be the last fly-able day for ten days.

Bernie and I sped out to Müller hill to find light buoyant air and a spectacular sky. We flew into the dimness of the sun setting over the Canadian Rockies.

I thought a lot about Chris, about all I learned from him, about how he was a better friend to me than I to him, but mostly all the fun we had. It has been three years since his accident and now thinking of him makes me feel more happy than sad. So happy about the goodtimes I just can't feel sad about the sadtimes.



The day before: Chris Müller, Brett, Curt Warren

This is the chorus from one of the songs (Kyprios) played at Chris' celebration:

Every life, first the sun then the night falls
We're all on borrowed time, I'll never say goodbye
Take your time, live your life like it's last call
Don't wanna see you cry, we'll never say goodbye....



There is always a road in front of us; we can choose to stand still or keep moving. The distance is just out of sight and who knows what we'll find there. Maybe danger, maybe something we've been waiting to find. We might search our whole lives, only to find nothing. But in that beautiful flux we will find ourselves, our lives and our purpose. All the unknown down the road isn't so dangerous. The most risk lies in the stand-still, the clinging, the fear of losing something, the fear of change. Go.