To celebrate, Blake and I went for glider rides. Basically, you get "towed" up into the sky by an airplane and they let you go to float back down to the ground. The weather was great, and the glider doesn't have a motor, so it was quiet and peaceful.
Blake getting buckled in.
Blake's glider taking off behind the tow plane.
My ascend to 4,000 feet above the ground.
One of the few moments I wondered what I'd gotten myself into.