Let’s fly! Let’s get uncomfortable. We lift off. Within minutes we are over an alpine lake, nose down, and we are charging on towards the mountains. The helicopter ascends in increments, like running up steep stairs, and then the nose drops and we’re charging forward. Extreme height, speed, and beauty... flying through the mountain peaks in a chopper, relinquishing all control. My illusion of control is tossed out the window; I’m unquestionably not in control. Looking left, right, down, up, forward, everywhere... fucking wow, trying to take it all in. I’m in love. There is a familiar feeling like I’m on my bike. We’re dancing with the sky; calm and chaos are in sequence, speed is your friend, reading the horizon and giving up your actions to intuition; becoming in-sync. We’re dancing and nature has the lead. It’s fucking magnificence.
The colors... Blue, oh that blue, it’s as if it got brighter as we climbed and it became more vibrant. It contrasted the white snow-capped mountain tops that were even brighter! The softness of the sky colliding with the jagged rock shapes could almost silence the intense sound of the helicopter. We landed on a small clearing atop a twelve-thousand-foot peak and took a moment to really soak in the magnificence surrounding us.
