
I made a little retreat this past weekend with a friend of mine, and it was filled with lots of great experiences.
One of them was heading to a outcroping of rocks in Pennsylvania called High Rock. Over the years, I’ve taken lots of people here to see the spectacular views.
On Saturday, we were treated to watching a group of hang gliders launch from the rocks and glide down into the valley below. To the right of the rocks, a small plaque was mounted on a tree, memorializing a young man who must have misjudged with wind, and crashed his hang glider after jumping from this very spot, losing his life. It must take a lot of courage to make the leap, especially after walking past this little monument.