From the ridiculous to the sublime

As the blokarts take off in the wind they follow the course of a part time runway, which provides the only access here in the event of an emergency. I'm hoping that won't be today. But as the karts get further away, the scenery returns to my attention and I get that camera out.

You'll get this a lot from me here and this is just day one. At every moment my jaws drops. To be able to do these things in a dirty suburban wasteland might be fun enough, but here among the mountains and the velvety grass I must have a permanent silly grin on my face.

Unfortunately the wind doesn't change direction for us so those of us who didn't ride jump into the back of the truck and drive down where we tie everyone to a very long cord and drag them back. Sadly there isn't enough time for me today, but I am secretly grateful.

It's still light but the sun drops quickly here so we rush back to pack away the carts and clean up before supper, which is another generous buffet.