Sometimes falling feels like flying

A few weeks ago some friends and I decided it was time for an adventure. Therefore we took to the skies via hang glider. Coming from someone who adored Peter Pan as a child, getting the opportunity to fly was a long sought after dream. There were no stomach plunging thrills like I experienced with bungee jumping, just tranquil soaring over the mountains, valleys and Snake River of Wyoming. Simply stunning. Afterwards we sauntered around Jackson Hole, Wyoming, a kitschy western frontier town filled with tourist traps.

the hang glider

off to Neverland!

preparing for take off

the whole crew and our flyer