We had fired up the grill and were enjoying standing around in the warm evening air for the pizza stone to heat enough to toast the home made pizza. "Look at those clouds," Chuck said, using the fatal words that sent me scurrying for the camera I had, for once, set aside. "Look up!"
It was just one more gorgeous sunset, etched with ribbed clouds...
...and speckled with parachutes.
They were apparently amateurs jumping with instructors for we could hear squeals of delight as the aerial sails twisted and turned in the hot air above us.
It was just one more gorgeous sunset, etched with ribbed clouds......and speckled with parachutes.They were apparently amateurs jumping with instructors for we could hear squeals of delight as the aerial sails twisted and turned in the hot air above us.I have no desire to jump but I do enjoy the spectacle with my feet firmly planted where they are supposed to be, on the ground.
Timing as the platitude has it, is everything and this lot timed their sunset jump just right.
And as they twisted and twirled their way to the ground a protective plane, presumably the perfectly good one from which they jumped circled them and kept an eye on their progress.
I have written previously on the subject of parachuting from the Sugarloaf Airfield.
Timing as the platitude has it, is everything and this lot timed their sunset jump just right.And as they twisted and twirled their way to the ground a protective plane, presumably the perfectly good one from which they jumped circled them and kept an eye on their progress.I have written previously on the subject of parachuting from the Sugarloaf Airfield.We didn't let the parachustists' spectacle distract us from the perfectly cooked pizza.
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Wow.
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