Any beautiful day when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and the blue of the sky beckoning from on high, I think how wonderful it would be to glide through the air above. That glide would have to be quiet without the mechanical sounds of most aircraft droning against the experience. Anytime my conscious desires are prompted to think of something I would most like to do, taking a soarplane ride is the first to come to mind. A recent fall trip to Vermont offered the chance to marry this desire with a unique way to experience the fabulous Vermont foliage thanks to the encouragement of my true love CDJ.
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