35.960431,-75.633144,Jockey Ridge State Park, OB, North Carolina,
USA

http://fayobserver.com/articles/2012/08/03/1186895

There are wispy clouds beneath me when the pilot of the small
plane up ahead signals that we've reached 2,000 feet. The tow line pings free.
Our hang glider dips, feeling for a second as if it will plunge into the
Currituck Sound below. Then the wind catches us. We are flying.

No plane, no engine, no windows. Besides the whooshing wind, no noise. Nothing
but the air holding us up. We soar, the coastline spread out like a patchwork
quilt beneath us. Now I know why man sought for so long to reach the sky.
"Welcome to my office," says instructor Jon Bland, suspended a few inches below
me in the falcon glider. "It's pretty cool up here, huh?"

It's beyond cool.

http://fayobserver.com/articles/2012/07/27/1186897

I run hard across the top of the dune until my feet are running
through air. The sand of Jockey's Ridge State Park drops away. I'm almost 20
feet off the ground when I pull the bar of my eaglet glider in a little toward
my chest. I swoop, flying parallel now with the descending dune.

After 150 feet or so - but only about six seconds - my bare feet touch sand
again at the bottom.

"You hit that lift, man, and you got elevated," instructor Andy Thompson says
with a laugh. "I can't believe you didn't notice how high you were."

I was too busy feeling like Superman.