http://blog.keenfootwear.com/2016/06/22/the-near-miss-in-morocco/

Wide-eyed and white knuckled, I flew straight out. I tried to
pretend that I was fine, circling in a broad thermal over a hot field near the
LZ. Reality was gnawing at me and my body wanted to be on the ground. I locked
into a steep spiral and went to land. Chris had seen the the second half of the
event, his camera had caught the onset. He followed me out and landed right
behind me. He dropped his glider where it landed and came and gave me a hug. I
was still silent. He was glad I was alive, as was I.

Thanks to John Blank.