I am comfortable operating from a visceral place with my preferred form of blindness – faith. ~ Me
Soaring pilots cannot see the air, but the air is like water – not always smooth. Sometimes, if we could see it, we wouldn’t get in it.
Sunday I was towing behind a trike when I saw it get slapped down by sinking air. All I knew was I wanted nothing to do with this parcel of air – I just wanted to land and the bigger the landing zone, the better.
I could have towed again but felt more like hugging my babies than flying. I went home and did just that.