Jacky and I met hang gliding in 1979. This is me hang gliding above a sailplane at Harris Hill NY. Soaring Capital and home of the soaring museum. The black cord in the photo is my CB radio. It was the only way Jacky could find me after going cross country. During one cross country flight, she didn't find me until late at night sleeping along side the road freezing my butt off.
Concrete "reef" status?
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