But before our 11-hour drive on Wednesday, since the day was looking a little uneventful, Steve decided to take his third and final (for now) happy-anniversary paragliding lesson. Being all-around marvelous as he is, he got to take off from the top of the Point of the Mountain. I do not think this is representative of the average third lesson but, of course, my husband is anything but average, especially when it comes to throwing himself off of mountains.
|Steve at the tippity top|
|And off he goes!|
|...and a safe landing! I could hear his whoops and hollers from far, far away :)|
|You're a natural, babe|