I’ve always wanted to fly.
I often dream that I’m soaring over green valleys and desert canyons. My frequent Topanga State Park hawk sightings leave me in awe, coupled with a twinge of envy. I no longer have to request a window seat; at least four major airlines’ online booking systems are well aware of my preference.
Call it nature (my father earned his pilot’s license while in college) or nurture (I weighed only 7 lbs when my intrepid mother packed us up to visit relatives in Michigan), flying is in my soul.
That’s why I can think of no more poignant and thrilling way to commence this year-long endeavor than to literally fly over the City of Angels, my muse on this journey.
As the sun rises high above the Southern California mountains tomorrow morning, I’ll be heading to them — to take flight.
I’m going hang gliding.
And I can’t wait to tell you all about it.