A weak storm has passed through, and that is just fine with me. What little snow did drop, is now fading enough to get up to Bountiful. Paul, Mark and I head up for a beautiful afternoon of Paragliding at The V. The conditions are calm, the wind is light out of the southwest, and after two fabulous flights, the sun is now fading into another beautiful winter sunset. Every time I fly, look down at the earth below, I am reminded of what a dream this is. Even though flights are now shorter, every time my feet leave the ground, I realize it is a miracle.