Photo essaySunday 23 September 2007 12:47
Magda had an interesting Saturday morning at Lake Bohinj, taking a tandem jadralni padalec flight from the Vogar launch site on the lake’s steep northern shore. There was a certain amount of downtime both up top and down below as we waited for the lake’s morning fog to clear. This is what mobile phones were made for: “Launching in 15 minutes. I’ll be the orange canopy.”
“People, flying through the fog was the coolest!”
A series of tight turns dropped them toward the landing area in just a few seconds.
The fog was burning off moment by moment.
Making the approach…
…and the flare…
“Adam, I am your MAMA!”
[and my mama took this photo while I restrained Adam from trampling the aircraft]
“Let’s go feed some duckies!”
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September 23rd, 2007 at 15.25 CEST+2.00
That
was
COOL.
September 23rd, 2007 at 19.16 CEST+2.00
Awwww, yeah.
September 24th, 2007 at 00.30 CEST+2.00
Where’s Gamma Suuuuzan’s canopy?
September 24th, 2007 at 09.22 CEST+2.00
Magda.Jestesmy dumni z Ciebie.Tak trzymaj
September 24th, 2007 at 09.34 CEST+2.00
Awesome. I think it would have been even better if she dropped into an open-top convertible and then sped away, perhaps shouting “So long, suckers!” or something to that effect.
Is that option available?
September 24th, 2007 at 10.17 CEST+2.00
I like this “photo, sentence, photo, sentence” blogging style. I oughta try that.
Those are some crazy trousers Adam’s sporting there.
September 24th, 2007 at 12.43 CEST+2.00
Elsa: she was occupied with Alek, AKA The Tasmanian Devil.
Michael: €50 extra.
Erik: they are his favorites — called “stripey fleecy trousers”.
September 24th, 2007 at 16.58 CEST+2.00
The evidence is now all in. Magda indeed is SuperMom. Rawk on!
September 24th, 2007 at 18.46 CEST+2.00
I guess Magda wasn’t planning (with some assistance) on having any more sons this year, so she thought she’d do the next most exciting thing.
Mr. Sgazzetti,
I’m not sure if this was a good thing to have done within the eyesight of your children. Unless you’ve already burst that childhood bubble for them already (and I’d be dying to know how the story was related to the Jez), won’t they both be expecting Santa Claus (who my youngest called Santana Claus in honor of St. Carlos) or Sveti Nikola to be descending to earth from some Slovenian peak in a similar airborne transportation method? How do you look in red and white and suspended in draperies?
September 24th, 2007 at 18.51 CEST+2.00
A q.:
In a previous post (sorry, I can;t find it!), you alluded to Mrs. Sgazzetti’s previous life/lifestyle when you had posted a photo of a motocross motorcycle. Was she like a motocross racer and did she also chew nails (the fastening kind)?
Just wondering if she were regressing back to her dangerous days of movement styles.
September 25th, 2007 at 19.19 CEST+2.00
Did you even once consider letting Adam and The Round One try this one on their own? ;-)
After watching Mama do this, I’d keep a very close eye on them when they are outside playing alongside steep cliffs, rooftops, anyplace that encourages them to try out their wings.
Very cool!
September 27th, 2007 at 13.11 CEST+2.00
Adam was very keen to fly, as a matter of fact. Fortunately, neither boy was in a position to witness Mama running off the edge of a cliff, so they’d have no idea how to initiate the whole flying thing.