Hang Gliding and Paragliding Volume 44 / Issue 12:December 2014 | Page 40

began leaving the mountain in colorful waves of nylon. Our
flight that day was what we had dreamed and expected all
along, with each of us logging flights of two or more hours.
We worked our way along the range, following thermals perfectly marked by cumulus clouds and comp pilots working to
complete their task. Upon landing, our reflection on the day’s
flights was short-lived. We quickly packed and hit the road;
Jaime had a plane to catch in Venice!
Following a quick detour back to the airport, Derek, Jeff,

and I were bound for the mighty Dolomites of Italy. We arrived in Campitello di Fassa long after the sun had set. The
full majesty of our surroundings would have to wait to be
discovered until morning. We checked into our apartment for
the week and immediately went on a quest for food. Luckily,
a short distance from our apartment we stumbled upon the
Mini Restaurant, a quaint little (as the name implies) place
with only seven tables that has been owned and operated by
the same family for thr