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 Dreams
by Jeff Goin
July 23, 2002
The dreams of my sleep compete for the exhilarating reality
provided by our craft. Waking to a calm morning and the prospect of flight in
new places and with new people allow the realization of dreams never imagined.
The senses enthuse with familiar smells in strange places and
the ebb of air is tangible. Floating seeds give substance to the medium we swim
through and let us know speed. Just the right speed too.
The
surface provides so much. It is home, after all, but one to be experienced in
glorious new ways. The music of motion is played wistfully with brake toggles
and throttle.
After so many years so attached, it's wonderful to run free;
to add that dimension; to tightly control our path and go so easily to any
point. It is a freedom that can't well be described.
Amber waves of grain were never experienced like this...even
the barnstormers couldn't enjoy the bread basket as we can. It's so much more
than the eye alone can provide; so many sensations make many flights an
incomparable experience.
Really, why dream?
Some flights beg for these questions. They leave you wishing
more could know. About the only sadness is that we alone know this freedom, this
perspective on our little existence. Hopefully the other pilots of the other
craft share it...they must.
These pictures shot from recent flights offer a small glimpse
into the reason this dream world is so special. It feels like I belong here.
 
1. Top: Andy McGavin on borrowed gear over San Diego
beaches,
2. Surfing and catching some amber waves of grain,
3. Bob Armond and I cruise back to the Baja Seasons after a trip up the beach
near La Salinas, Mexico.
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