My favorite flight was in Thorsmork Valley, Iceland, on a day with buttery calm conditions. After launching, I followed this glacial melt river to a beautiful waterfall (maybe 200 feet high) and flew over it a few times, pulling big diving turns off the edge of it. From there, I climbed past the cliffs and along the glacier straight to the top. There were broken clouds at the summit, and I could see everything before me, from the crevasses in the glacier to the zebra stripping in the lava rocks and the landscape beyond. I flew to the backside to descend, and things brightened up as I dropped into the canyons below. They were filled with hidden waterfalls that you could only see from that vantage point, and the colors were mesmerizing: the whitewater from the rivers, the white of the snow, the black lava rock, and patches of this super vibrant green moss. It was a euphoric flight that just hasn’t been topped.
