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| Winter Flying |
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| This sport can take your breath away...and so can the winter's cold. Put them together and it will leave you breathless... With face mask, thermals and 2 pairs of gloves, I took to the air. Despite the cold, it was some of the nicest flying I ever experienced. |
| Pulling the wing up was easy, as 10 mph winds did all the work. |
| Add power and up I went. By now my fingers were already cold... |
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| The Connecticut River was just starting to freeze, as mini iceburgs were forming |
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| A week later, it was almost frozen SOLID! |
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| I captured my wife (the dot behind the trees) as I was flying overhead. |
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| Needless to say, my feet were cold too!! |
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| There was little warmth from this winter sun... |
| And guess what??? I just had to go again... |
| Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloudfolds of her garment shaken, Over the woodlands, brown and bare Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. ~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~ |