1776 on Nostr: I’ll never forget the thrill of flying my new 120 ft.² sport parachute for the ...

I’ll never forget the thrill of flying my new 120 ft.² sport parachute for the first time, after flying a 150 and a 135 for many months. It was so aggressive that you could induce line twists if you yanked on a steering toggle too abruptly. My buddy Dean was really pushing it and was flying a 98. It looked like a handkerchief over his head. Different sport, but it’s amazing when it becomes your trusted companion and you know exactly how it responds. Some of the best memories of my life are doing high hop and pops from 12,500 on the sunset load, watching the sun set on the distant horizon over the Pacific, with Mt. Baker in the distance with just the peak illuminated, and darkness already having set in on the ground.