It is already August, and with summer vanishing before our eyes my family and I decide to do a short, spur of the moment camping trip to Strawberry. Having flown this site before, it is a great opportunity to get some flying. Paul and his small family join us as well.
The wind is howling, making flying not really a possibility, but patience often pays off in this sport if you are willing to just wait. Around 7:30 it starts to calm a bit, so we all hike out to the ridge. Paul and I launch in to the prevailing winds and are rewarded with a nice evening flight in the golden air above the lake.
As I land back up on the ridge, and start folding up my wing a small elk herd exits the cover of the adjacent aspen trees. Quietly calling to one another as they make their way across the ridge and into the trees beyond. The sun has set and I continue to fold amidst the purples of dusk. Below, the coyotes begin howling. As I walk back to camp in the dark, I am reminded of how awesome this world is, and how lucky I am to get to hang out here for awhile.
