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

The Cloud Forest of the Ko'olau Mountain Range, O'ahu, Hawaii

Araxá

Horizonte Perdido launch- 250 m above the valley

Cloud street

Crossing Rio Grande- the border between the state of Minas Gerais and the state of São Paulo

The last hour of a long flight

The last few minutes of a 170 km flight without retrieve

Dreamscape

Gavião nests in Ipê

Cavalos

O pôr do Sol

To have a beginning, is to have an end. Until next time.

Canadian National Championship

2nd Torsten Siegel (GER) 1st Brett Hazlett (CAN) 3rd James Bradley (USA)

13th FAI World Paragliding Championship

26.07.13

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!

Photo credit: Josh Cohn

25.07.13

Strong north wind.

24.07.13

Strong north wind.

23.07.13

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

The course

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

Photo credit: Debbie Hsieh

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.

PARA-dise

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 glider but gave me the chance to attempt another final glide. My second attempt also failed and this time I made a slight course deviation and found another climb for a third attempt. The numbers felt conservative but soon the situation became tense as my glide ratio decreased to 5:1 with a 7:1 required to reach goal. Luckily, the sinking area past. For the first time in twenty years of flying I crossed the line after a three-attempts final glide.

Relieved to be in goal

Scores:

http://airtribune.com/13-fai-world-paragliding-championship/results

22.07.13

Rain. The weather cleared late in the day but not early enough to complete a task.

21.07.13

The task was stopped before the start time due to overdevelopment along the course. There was rain, lightning, thunder, and a gust front.

Cumulonimbus

20.07.13

125 km, 3.5 h, convergence, 20 km final glide. Stefan Wyss of Switzerland won.

My awesome Boom9 (Photo credit: Martin Scheel www.azoom.ch)

Course line convergence

Boom9 silhouette over goal

Josh and I taking glider pictures of each other

Photo credit: Josh Cohn

19.07.13

We had a bipolar 120 km task. In parts I turned in zero for minutes, in another I flew straight for minutes with full bar and climbed at 8 m/s.

Adrian Thomas of Great Britain won.

Goal bliss

18.07.13

The north wind made launching impossible. Task cancelled. We had an immense meal.

Our landlady has been making home cooked meals

17.07.13

The north wind subsided long enough for a sufficiently safe and long launch window. We had a gorgeous 70 km race with 120 pilots in goal. My end game slowed me a little but I earned among the highest leading bonus.

Stephan Morgenthaler of Switzerland won the task.

16.07.13

The north wind made launching impossible. Josh, Eric, and I hit the gym.

15.07.13

A strong north wind created lee side conditions that prevented us from launching while we waited for the anabatic winds to strengthen. But cloud spread out brought shade over our south slope and we remained in our harnesses, waiting, as the start time past.

Just when we thought we wouldn't fly, it began to blow in lightly. Within ten minutes 150 pilots launched into light thermals and climbed to base. Since the start gate time had past, we left on course to the east immediately.

There was a lot of shade and some of the passes allowed the north wind to penetrate, creating turbulence, sink, and difficult crossings.

We flew over some beautiful and remote slopes with herds of wild horses, dramatic rock formations and a waterfall. The demanding conditions only allowed me to come away with images stored in my head and not in my camera.

The second part of the course proved difficult for most pilots. I landed with Peter Neuenshwander, Michael Sigel, and Torsten Siegel. We thought we had done well until we heard from Martin Scheel that there were fifty pilots in goal. Our mood changed.

Landing field

We had landed in a beautiful valley surrounded by small hills and forest. Since there was only a narrow trail nearby, we decided to walk out to the south, away from the mountains, towards the main road. The path meandered through forest and along fields of wheat and potato. Fruiting trees along the path tempted us to stop- apple, pear, fig, cherry.

Stream

Along the way we had to cross this stream. I took off my shoes and navigated bare foot among the stones, avoiding falling over with the weight of my paraglider on my back. After putting my shoes on on the other side I felt refreshed. I realized that today was a good day.

Within an hour we reached the main road and were soon retrieved.

Marco Littame of Italy won the task.

14.07.13

Official practice day. Very windy.

13.07.13

Registration and opening ceremony.

Opening parade

12.07.13

Josh, Marty, and I rode to the peak to fly but there was overdevelopment across the valley and after observing the conditions develop we made the decision not to fly. During the ride down the mountain in the chairlift we heard thunder and by the time we reached the bottom, a gust front had arrived.

11.07.13

At dawn we left by train to Sopot. Yassen told us the forecast was good so we were keen to arrive in Sopot early.

Dawn arrives

Our train left at 6:25 am. It was only a few cars long, open air, very old, and covered in graffiti. The coolest train I have ever seen.

Our ride

The Bulgarian countryside streamed by effortlessly as I smiled in disbelief of where I was, how I arrived here, and why I was here.

Sunflower

Three hours later we arrived in Sopot.

Richard and China attempt to converse with a local pensioner

Our priority was to fly so we slammed a round of Red Bulls and showed up at the lift.

Shambala

The flying was epic. After so many months of planning, anticipation, so many hours of traveling, so many lost hours of sleep, it felt so good to smell the cool air at cloud base, high over Bulgaria.

Landing after a 80 km triangle

10.07.13

It was thirty-hour blur of time zones, departure halls, the hum of turbines, and the incessant smell of eau de Boeing that brought me to Sofia, Bulgaria. I met a partial of the Brazilian team and we took a taxi to Art Hostel to spend the night, before catching an early train to Sopot.

Taxi in Sofia

09.07.13

My eyes opened to the synthesized sound of church bells from my iPhone. It was 6 am. After months of preparation, it was time to leave. Overwhelmed with an emotional cocktail of anticipation, hesitation, satisfaction, and regret, I began my journey to Bulgaria.

Rat Race

http://www.freeflightcomps.com/node/49

Rat Race Serial Class Winners: 1. Michael
2. Josh 3. Nick 4. Brett 5. Eric 6. Dean
7. Hayden 8. Keiko 9. Nate 10. Jack
Photo credit: James Bradley

Landing at Donato's goal with Torsten Siegel
Photo credit: Don Fitch

Tall Stories

Retrieve Bus

Epic skyscape

Boom9

Goal at Longsword Vineyard

Our Sun sleeps

Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz Island

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

Reaching base

As Pedras

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.

Vitória

The second stage of the Paragliding World Cup, will be in Baixo Guandu, Espírito Santo, Brazil, from 13-20 Apr.

www.pwca.org

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:

http://www.xcontest.org/world/en/flights/detail:bretthazlett/3.4.2013/17:25

Launch: Serra do Moreno

Ultrapenthouse view

Ten kilometres from launch: Coqueiral de Itaparica

Isso é Brasil