From Frisco to Woodrat

Satisfaction! Oh yeahhhh we have it! Giving up our beloved jobs was not an easy deal. But if you ever have the chance to do so do it! - It's the best decision we ever made and it's something we not gonna miss with the age of sixty. Even better we would love to step out again. Let's assume we find a job "to step in". But enough of the esoteric blabla.

We arrived in Frisco and left it after three days. Big cities are nice but honestly if you know one you know probably all of  them. Shopping, sightseeing, whatsoever! - Unless two Gangstaaazz park right next to you and start to roll a blunt.

It happend at Mussel Rock a good coastal flying site in Frisco. The locals call Mussel Rock just "Dumps" a couple of years ago the place used to be a huge dump station. It's completely polluted and so called no man's land perfect for paragliding. But back to our to friendzzz that parked their car right next to our motorhome. A blunt is some weed rolled in a nice tabacco leaf. Sabrina and me had the impression that we might run into troubles. But too late!  The window of the car next to us goes down and a black guy with golden teeth asks us if we mind when they smoke next to us. How gentle Gangstaaz with good manners! We both disagreed and said that we sometimes like to smoke this kinda special cigarettes too. We ended up giggling in a very weird conversation with two pimpz from the San Francisco Pacifica hoooood. As quick as these guys arrived as quick they left with the words: "Cya in the next life!" Sabrina and me agreed that this is the best movie we've ever seen :-D

This picture is dedicated to Hans W. from the Rhinevalley. He started to make jokes about my "day and night wearable" brown manchester pants. Actually i bought these jeans they are so freakin' comfortable and they fit me perfect. Be prepared!

Could also be in Athens.

But it's Frisco as you can see right next to the Exploratorium a science center that is closed on Mondays. Guess what day we took the picture!

After some good paragliding at the Dumps we leave Frisco towards north. We stay overnight at a gasoline station close to Sacramento. Instead of counting sheeps jumping over the fence we count trucks stopping by at the gas station arfffhhhh.

Further north we pass mystic Mount Shasta a vulcano 4322 m high. And end up at Woodrat Mountain close to Medford OR. Woodrat Mountain is well known for it's excellent flying conditions sometimes easy sometimes hard but never the same.

Unfortunately i forgot my favorite T-Shirt at launch. The coyotes had fun during the night!

Sabrina going high in the glass-off. In the later afternoon the warm air from the whole valley is pushed up. Believe it or not but on most days one hour after sunset it's still possible to fly up to 2000 meters!

This guy is probably our main reason why we decided to visit crazy America. Peter is the craziest of all of them. We met him in South Africa he's organic he's real he's a SNAG (sensitive new age guy :) He knows the cool spots in the US better than anybody else and it's pure fun to hang out with this potato head!

Jacksonville is a little town close to Woodrat Mountain and something like the american dream. It was founded in 1851 following discovery of gold deposits. Today it's nothing else than a touristic attraction some of the buildings are still original and you should not miss to enjoy one or two beers in a saloon with swinging doors.

Beside women even minors are allowed to enter the saloon but hold on. They seem to have the same bewildering forest of paragraphs like we have in Switzerland.

Did you enjoy the meal darling! After the plastic surgery Sabrina looks better than before. In fact she's imitating the American girls sitting next to us. They had lunch when we were sitting at the table. When we finished they were still having lunch. Ugly!

Since the gasoline prices are rising even the Dutch pimps have to pull over sometimes. The number plate is dedicated to the driver!