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| Getting Towed To 2000ft |
"Sounds good, I'll be right there."
A quick glance to the right reveals the glider turning towards you. You're at 8,000 feet near the Livingston Range just North of Cowley Alberta. You can see the mountains, lakes, rivers, towns and roads far below. The two gliders circle inside the thermal. The pilots have their heads on 'swivel', being careful to keep each other in sight to prevent a midair collision.
"Ok, this thermal is dyin', let's carry on," says Dwayne from Grande Prairie.
"Sounds good," I reply as we both roll our gliders level, retract the flaps, and head out to the Southeast.
"When was this?" you might ask.
"Last evening." sez I.
"Where?" you reply, thinking that there's no gliding in The Great White North in February ... eh.
"At home,"
"You been smokin' or drinkin'?"
"Nope, been flyin" I reply.
"Bull Sh--," you say, not watching your language very well I might add.
