As I usually do on Sunday afternoons, I took myself up to Escondido for a little flying fun. The advantage of taking the late afternoon class is that the regulars are all at about the same level - it makes for a quick class and lots of swing. (This also means lots of deep blisters and bloody hand rips, but that's not really the point.) Today was much the same, but with the addition of one young beginner...
an 8 year-old who was absoutely adorable and caught his knee hang on the second go-round, which you can see he thought was pretty awesome. While we were flying his little sister ran around generally being adorable and wanting to join the fun.
So she grabbed herself a belt and tossed it on, then headed for the ladder to join us on the platform. Yeah, we didn't let her get far.
She did, however, get a chance to swing on the low bar with a little help from her daddy.
I didn't fly quite as much as I would have liked thanks to a lovely deep blister on my left hand, I will spare you that visual, but at least I got to play with this lovely little one while I was taking a break.