05 July 2015
Nine months ago, in September 2014, I was lying on the side of a ten-thousand-foot desert mountain in Turkey, unable to move, struggling to breath. People rescued me, people I knew, people I didn’t. Alone in a Turkish hospital, watching the shadows of objects in my room arc across the floor from dawn to dusk, each day, for weeks, in agony and gratitude, I thought about how death is easy, surviving is difficult. One morning, a bird landed on my window sill, sang for a few moments, then flew away. From that moment, I felt an intense resolve.
For five months, I was unable to walk. Each day, hours of excruciating physiotherapy and training. Pain was my shadow. When I was alone at night, I cried. Then, slowly, steps. Gently. Inside I screamed in rage. More months, winter passed.
I started flying again. Tentatively. Many flights later, on this day, I realized that I was physically and mentally ready to compete again. It was a simple flight with friends: a bright blue sky, beautiful mountains, and rough thermals. With new next-level flying and filming gear, for the first time in over a year, I felt motivated to film again.
Posted by Brett Hazlett at 12:32 AM
21 September 2014
Task One was cancelled due to unsafe conditions for launching. We had a nearly constant tailwind on launch and a few wind dummies, who successfully launched during short breaks in the tailwind, could not climb above launch height.
Twenty seven hours later, home feels far away.
The morning sun arrives, lingering fog retreats, and I begin the long journey to Denizli, Turkey.
|Last test flight at Grouse Mountan|
It is time. At some point, when there is nothing left to prepare, you have to leave. I cling to the relative comfort and certainties of home, wonder why I feel this incessant force pulling me towards the sky, and feel sad at the thought of leaving family and friends. When the time comes, I go anyways.
Posted by Brett Hazlett at 8:47 PM
31 July 2014
I find it euphoric to fly my paraglider over beautiful and rugged terrain and just giggle at how absurd it is that humans can do this kind of thing, just for fun. I also find it equally euphoric to return from this remote paradise, unscathed, to make goal, to land in a familiar field with children playing, covered in lush grass, close to home, and replay the magic in my mind as I pack my gear and leave across a dew covered field, as the Sun sets.
Posted by Brett Hazlett at 11:32 AM
12 July 2014
|Left: Capricorn Mountain Right: Lillooet Glacier|
Despite the cloudless sky and haze, turbulent thermals lifted me to 3000 metres. I moved from one peak to the next, into ever increasing remoteness. Without an engine, using only nature's energies, I smiled often during this magic carpet ride with my Boomerang 9.
The electric feeling of adventure, loneliness, exhilaration, peace, anticipation, and vulnerability, is difficult to describe adequately.
I can say that I am grateful for this day.
Posted by Brett Hazlett at 3:11 PM
07 June 2014
During the most remote part of the flight, I met Zorah Peak. Far from roads and landing fields, underneath lay only snow, rock, old forest, and a raging river. I shivered uncontrollably at cloudbase and felt a tingling tension low in the valleys.
But by evening I was back in Pemberton, packing up my wing in the warm grassy landing field, watching students having short practice flights, and smiling to myself about how amazing the flight had been, as the sun set.
|Gin Boomerang 9|
Posted by Brett Hazlett at 1:01 PM
03 June 2014
During a 60 km triangle paragliding flight in the Fraser Valley I had the opportunity to climb the north face of this majestic mountain.
Posted by Brett Hazlett at 9:34 AM
11 February 2014
A five-minute day dream into to the green, blue, and white sky para-dise. Filmed during the 2013 Paragliding World Cup Superfinal, in Governador Valadares, Minas Gerais, Brasil.
Despite all the controversy surrounding the event, we got to race paragliders with our friends, through a magnificent sky. Two weeks, 50 hours, and 1000 km of celebrating this amazing sport!
Posted by Brett Hazlett at 11:14 PM
11 November 2013
17 October 2013
16 September 2013
|Horizonte Perdido launch- 250 m above the valley|
|Crossing Rio Grande- the border between the state of Minas Gerais and the state of São Paulo|
|The last hour of a long flight|
|The last few minutes of a 170 km flight without retrieve|
|Gavião nests in Ipê|
|O pôr do Sol|
|To have a beginning, is to have an end. Until next time.|
Posted by Brett Hazlett at 6:32 PM