I flew on a glider this weekend. Yes, me. The girl who has gotten motion sickness on airplanes. And the ocean. And lakes. And I didn't even need to use the puke bag!
One second I'm on the ground, like any perfectly sane person would be, and the next I'm sitting in an vehicle that has NO ENGINE being pulled behind an airplane. And mind you, there was no safety course, no "here's the parachute, good luck..." I didn't even realize there was a puke bag until we were landing!
County Road 561 from a new angle...
Land that I Love...
My mother and dear husband are the tiny dots on the ground.
Taken from the ground as we were getting ready to land...I was turning a little green at this point, and was glad we were landing!