The Opportunity Table

GOPR7149Like everyone else around me, I am staring down yet another year.  Without a doubt it is going to be a year of possibilities, challenges, and hopefully some great opportunities.  I always look forward to a new year with a little bit of apprehension as I wonder if is going to be a gentle climb, or a monumental wall of struggles ahead.  Last year’s ‘climb’ was not that enjoyable, and I am hoping, and working towards a better year.  When it comes to flying, filming, and pursuing those things I actually love to do, last year was a bit frustrating.  Sure, I had some great flights, adventures, filming excursions, etc., but at the end of the year I felt like I left too many opportunities on the table.  My “real” job too had a similar tone, as I really didn’t enjoy it all that much as I seemed to be swimming in an economic washing machine of craziness.  So, amidst this engulfing mid-life crisis of mine, I am eagerly staring toward the coming year, hoping I can find a more solid purpose and some passionate direction once again.  It seems the two things I am still unquenchably passionate about in life are the pursuits of paragliding and photography.  So, with that in mind I am not leaving any opportunities on the table this year.  So far, so good.

January 1, 2015

It is -10° C and I find myself hiking up the familiar slopes of Grandeur Peak.  I am alone and it brings back many memories of my early flying days as flying solo was the norm.  It seems in winter time most pilots put their gliders away, and to this day that mentality baffles me beyond comprehension.  The sun is burning bright and I launch into the bitterly cold mid-day air.  I find a few small thermal bubbles, just strong enough to work with in an effort to keep my feet off the ground as long as possible.  It pays off and I enjoy a prolonged flight over the snowy foothills.


January 2, 2015

IMG_0389The inversion is setting in, but the winds aloft are looking light.  It looks like a good day for some heli-paragliding so I get in touch with some friends in Logan, to see if we can make it happen.  It’s a go.  Mike lands his helicopter on a random dirt road near the Idaho/Utah border where he picks me up and flies us back to Logan to rendezvous with Keenan and Dev.  We load the gear and head back out to the distant mountains.  From there Mike shuttles us and our gear to the top of the mountains.  I always love the feeling of being dropped off by a helicopter as it violently batters you with wind, only to leave you moments later in a calm silence, alone in the high mountains with the hopes of a long descent ahead.  The bobcat tracks riddle the snowy ground around me, and I have to smile at this winter wilderness.
2015-01-02Keenan, Dev and I each take flight into the cold, calm winter air.  A few pockets of lift are found and we are able to hang on for 25 minutes or so before giving in and heading out over the valley for a little glider fun.  Feet sliding down an ice covered road with wing over head gliding past a parked helicopter knowing you just hop back in and do it again is a great feeling.  Big thanks to Mike for being the hero of the day!GOPR7220

January 3, 2015

IMG_0394The sky is gray, with mixed layers of inversion and pollution setting in.  I find myself in Bountiful and an opportunity presents itself to get in a quick flight off The V.  I drive up the snow covered road until the snow becomes too deep.  I turn the truck around and my wife and kids drive down as I head out and up on foot.  Being alone and with a much quickened pace I put a mile or so behind me pretty quickly and soon find myself on launch.  The winds are at zero and a few light flakes of snow are trying to fall.  I take off into the clear valley, over the hundreds of deer bounding below.  A brief moment flashes across my mind.  One I get all the time that reminds me of how magical this whole experience of flight is.  No engines, no noise, just me and the sky.

January 4, 2015

I do not fly on Sunday’s…never have, and likely never will.  It is just my thing.  Having a day to not worry about flying is a good thing.  That is okay with me.  I already have more mountain flights under me this year than there have been days.  As I try to not leave any missed opportunities on the table this year…..I am thus far encouraged.  Now if I can just figure out what to do with the rest of my life.


Endless Autumn

I sit here at my desk and stare past my glowing screen out into the dull gray sky.  It has been trying to snow for the last two days, but is not finding much success.  It is December 13th amidst the Rocky Mountains, and still I have yet to see a real snow flake fall.  After all it was in the mid 60’s yesterday, despite the gray skies and north winds.  It continues to be the warmest, and driest December I can recall in my 40 years on the Wasatch.  Warm and dry is not necessarily a bad thing as it has allowed for some spectacular flying days.  Besides I know the snow will come…it always does.


I realize I have not written in some time, and as I search my mind for excuses I seem to only be coming up with memories.  As summer came to an end I was rather frustrated with the year.  The summer flying season was not that great to me, and I found myself falling well behind my anticipated goals.  All the trips and adventures we had planned for the year seemed to vanish, leaving only a few small scraps to be had.  So I was frustrated…to say the least.  A gnarly motorcycle crash out in the red rock desert didn’t help my spirits much either.  However, the last two months has been some of the funnest flying I can remember in recent years.  Not just because the XC potential was surprisingly good, or the air was perfectly clean, but rather the quality of the people that I have been lucky enough to spend it with.


The Wasatch Free Flight Group, that I started a couple years ago has morphed into a group of like-minded pilots who LOVE to fly, regardless of season.  Ones who still realize the magical fact that we are flying a garbage bag through the sky, with that accompanying feeling of childhood awe which never seems to fade.  It has gathered together a group of pilots who love to share knowledge, do not compromise safety in search of glory, but rather seek out conditions that are safe and super fun to fly in.  It is an honor to fly with you all.  As I look over the last few months, I have to smile as we have had some amazing days of flying together…not to mention pink cookies.

Eric partaking in the "Pink Cookie" tradition.
Eric partaking in the long running “Pink Cookie” tradition.

Instead of trying to recall all the adventures, all the flights, all the people, or all the cookies; I would rather share a few pictures of the memories along the way.  I apologize as I do not have photographs of everyone, but I am thankful to each of you for the friendships and opportunities we have to fly together.

Mike Trottier – Showing us how it is done. Always the first in the air.
Laszlo – Taking a quick look.
Clark Tayler – Shredding the sky over Strawberry
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Shane Swenson – Another “textbook” landing.
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I can’t believe it is December 5th, and I am climbing out of Grandeur.
Eric Townsend – Soaring over the inversion in Bountiful.
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Keenan Ryan – Headed across the mountains.
Trenton Rich – Headed out over the valley.
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Jeff, Clark and Shane – Smiles after 5 days in a row of late November flying.
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Clark – Still folding a glider on the grass!

It has been a wonderful autumn of flying, friends, and adventures.  As I stare down the coming of winter I am excited for the continued hiking, flying, and new adventures that await.  Anyone up for a pink cookie?


Stories From The Sky


The clouds are breaking apart, building, and skipping across the Wasatch in the wake of a three day storm.  The amount of rain that has fallen and the sudden chill in the air is a strong reminder that summer is now over.  Like dipping a hot frying pan in a puddle of cold water, the heat stored in the earth is gone, and likely not to return for a season….at least not with vigor.  That makes sense to me, after all it is nearly October and autumn is in full force, but even that season is starting to fade here in the mountains.

The last few weeks have offered some fantastically memorable stories and amazing flying.  With 8 out of 10 days in a row of some demanding flying adventures including spectacular XC flights across the Wasatch.  Some higher altitude sled runs like Mahogany and Francis, hike and fly laps, Jupiter butt kickings, and flights up and around just to view the autumn colors.  I even snuck in one more flight over the Hounds Tooth to bid my home site a fond farewell for the season.  With this storm, it is clear the BIG thermal activity is likely going to be minimal the rest of the year, and honestly I welcome the change.  I AM EXHAUSTED.  I am so looking forward to putting the XC wing away, pulling out the lighter wing and spending the next several months trudging through the snow, hiking, flying, and even strapping on a pair of skis for some ski and fly adventures.

Clark meandering through the high mountains looking for a suitable launch site.

As I quickly reflect on the last few weeks I am flooded with memories of great flights, great friends, great adventures and the magic that we get to experience because of some fabric and string.  I have not been very good at getting the camera out much, but my friends have filled in the gaps that would otherwise be blank memories.   So I say a big thank you to them.  The adventures and stories will still continue, and I welcome the smoother air of late autumn and winter.  Now, if only I could remember where I put that lighter wing….oh, there it is!  See you in the sky soon.