I was out in the back forty at home in San Roque, enjoying the great weather before the big game, and noticed at least nine paragliders, far off toward La Cumbre Peak, riding the wind and thermals.
As the ancient Dodge van bumped and creaked up the mountain road to one of Southern California's legendary hang glider launches, a 68-year-old thrill-seeker sitting in back mentioned that the 83-year-old riding shotgun is attracting condors whenever he flies.
