The low sun slants through the soft evening air onto this westerly tree-covered face. I descend over the hushed rustling of the eucalypts. Eking it out towards Canungra town and the car.
This winter, I’ve left all the gadgets behind, just taken a vario that beeps and put my phone in a pocket out of sight. Flying kilometres back and forth untracked, at an unknown height, who knows how fast and completely free of modern clutter.
Now, the beep slowly comes to life above the bump in the valley. I was aiming to land, but I circle with Jordan and maintain. He bravely glides off low to squeak into town. I spot a kite, follow and rise...
