Long an ardent fan of and an active participant in aviation and adventure, my husband and I have tried a number of pursuits, among them hot air ballooning, parasailing and indoor skydiving. We’ve flown around the world many times, in every sort of aircraft from sputtering single engines to sleek jets, and I’ve been on seaplanes and even experienced G-force on Fat Albert with the Blue Angels. But the one thing neither of us ever tried is hang gliding.
Ever since when years ago I first saw a trio of hang gliders floating high above Lookout Mountain, in Georgia’s far northwest corner, I told myself I would try it one day — that is, if I could work up the courage to climb aboard one of the contraptions.
On a cool, blustery fall day, the time had finally come to either try it or forget about it, so I decided to take the leap at Lookout Mountain Flight Park at Rising Fawn, a tiny community near Lookout Mountain and just south of Chattanooga. My husband and I had made the trip together, but because of recurring back issues, he decided it best to stay on the ground while I soared off into the wild blue yonder.
