Hang Glider?

While spending an afternoon at Cape Hedge Beach the other day, this kind of rare sight flew (or glided) overhead.  I’m guessing it was a hang glider…..which, I kid you not, I always thought was called “hand gliding” until yesterday….or maybe a microlight.  It was hard to see in the sun and my iPhone couldn’t zoom in too much.

Anyone else see it?

 

8 thoughts on “Hang Glider?

  1. If Marty heard it then that is a parafoil ultralight. Soft wing not more than just a sport parachute with a propeller, a seat, and a cup of gas hanging underneath. Usually they have wheels but she looks to be stripped down and she is just dangling legs.

    A special kind of ultra-crazy. A Go-Pro is now on all flights so search for youtube videos with area flown over, “parafoil” in a few weeks.

    youtube aerial view includes my house, your house and Joey’s truck at the dock!

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  2. Joy and I watched a couple of them flying out of Good Harbor Beach a couple of years ago. She wrote a poem about it: “Icarus at the Beach”. Here it is, along with my iPhone video of two of the paragliders in action:

    A couple of weekends ago, Joy and I were walking on Gloucester’s Good Harbor Beach, a half-mile strand facing the open Atlantic. We heard a buzzing sound, looked up and saw a red and white parachute floating overhead, with a pilot dangling below it, with a small motor and propeller blade strapped to his back: a “paramotor.”
    Nearby, another “paranaut” spread out his bright yellow parachute on the sand, ran a few steps into the wind, pulled on a starter cord, and took off into the bright blue sky. He circled to the north, and as I attempted to film him with my iPhone video camera, disappeared into the sun. The red and white parachute flew into view just as my camera’s battery ran out.
    It’s “Icarus at the Beach!” exclaimed Joy.

    The video:

    She too wrote a poem about Icarus:

    Icarus at the Beach
    By Joy Halsted

    He stands
    poised to rise,
    clutching the reins
    of the parasail.
    Strapped to his back
    the propeller whirls and rasps
    but the red and yellow sail
    refuses to blossom,
    lies listless on the sand,
    a reluctant dragon.
    Wait –
    the wind grows stronger,
    the indolent creature fills and lifts,
    bringing the rider’s leaping form to ride
    its billowing body aloft
    to float towards the sun
    while below,
    the sea is waiting.

    ©2013 Tom Halsted
    Poem “Icarus at the Beach, ©2013, Joy Halsted

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