Surprised self: Stitches not yet out of upper back ... to be out next day ... took a small drive and a bit puzzled: the truck seemed to drive itself to Dockweiler on Monday, Aug 7. I had not prepared for a day of flight, and actually had already decided to pass on flying for the week until stitches were out. But tickling my brain: just maybe the downtube in carrybacks would miss the stitched wound. Unloaded with an inner decision: I wanted to give God a HG ride since His grace/creation sustains me in such adventures; the theory: God was curious about hang gliding, so he sustained creation enough to let bodied creatures such as we USHawks have wings to hang glide; God then could experience hang gliding through our efforts; my guess is that he can appreciated infinitely comprehensively what I only glace at superficially; his flight was no doubt with more meaning than I experience. Unloaded and got to the bike way; two guys asked if they could film; I said yes, but I asked them to send a shot to my email (has not arrived); he took my email address on his cell phone. That moment let me then ask for their names: one said his name was "Christian" and the other said his name was "Jesus"; that opened the door to what was my private deal: I told them my purpose for the day was to give God a hang glider rider. Soon I was set up and gave God 27 flights.
Next day after morning stitches-out session with doctor on Aug. 7, 2018: 7 flights. Tired from day before. Relaxed.
But also NEW FOR THESE TWO DAYS: About each 5 flights, I'd park the wing near the shoreline, remove harness, shirt, and shoes; and then walk in the surf to cool feet and legs. Neat and nice. And on two breaks: took full swim in the surf for refresher and change of wave media from air to water. Weaving the swimming with sets of hang glider flights had been in my notes for years, but these two days the deal was sealed. Such will occur again in the future; the swimming mixed with flying deepens Dockweiler wonders.