Today we decided to go hang gliding for a second time. This time, Dad would try his hand at it too!
On my first flight I went pretty far and landed on my feet, so you might say I was a little cocky on my second flight. I didn’t pay enough attention to my flight instructor as I was flying, and ended up crashing at a 90 degree angle of where I should’ve been. Oops!
Apparently Greta also wasn't in the mood for listening, because she crashed the same way when she went. Then came the moment of truth…. Dad’s flight.
When he went, he started off steadily and began floating to the left. His instructor told him to lean right, but unfortunately he leaned left instead, causing him to crash. It didn’t look like a very bad crash to me, but when he got up from the glider two of the down-poles were snapped. This being his first time, he waited for them to fix it, and tried again. Apparently luck wasn’t on his side that day, and he crashed yet again. Talk about frustrating! He decided not to fly until everybody else had all of their turns.
When it was time for our last flights, the wind reversed in direction, so we switched to the other side of the slope. Both Greta and I landed on our feet, and after everyone was finished, Dad decided to go again.
Finally, luck was on his side; he made it all the way down to a gentle landing. You can imagine he was pretty happy to finally get a good flight!
On the car drive to the rental house, however, Dad started developing severe shoulder pain in his right shoulder. He said it first started mildly after his crash, but went away until he made his final flight. The pain came when he moved his arm to specific positions, and he had to drive with his left hand all the way home. Mom was convinced he broke something, but I thought it had to be more of a ligament injury or bruise.
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