how to climb the mountain twice in a day3

It's amazing what you can launch from with the right breeze and a little back inflation. We draped the sails over the boulders, stood back and PULLED, turned around and were plucked away as if on a crane. Beautiful...never mind that we were now headed down the wrong side of the mountain. To the hoots of the crowd we were off! Six or seven minutes in the air can seem endless. With the summit slowly receding, we head out and down the ridge line staying safely upwind and slowly let the seconds tick away. All of your senses are heightened as you finally relax back in your harness. Your eyes scan over your fully inflated canopy bobbing above and then out over the unique exposure that includes the awe inspiring faces on Mount Stuart rising steeply across the valley. "Gotta go fly that thing someday," you remember thinking. Up ahead is the bright orange of Mark's sail slowly plowing down the path of least resistance. You pull in behind (but not too close) and follow him into the valley below.
It's a rude awakening as the flight is now rapidly coming to an end. Our minds click back to reality and begin the mental calculations necessary to bring us safely into that ever growing patch of green meadow. Up front I watch as Mark sets her down easily and I turn onto final approach to follow him in. Now I notice a lone pine tree standing up like a high-school flagpole right in the middle of the LZ. True to form, I fix my gaze on it with a stare that would make any hypnotist proud. "Don't look at it," I am thinking. "Quit staring at the damn thing," my mind is now throwing out warnings that seem to stop at my neck. It's as if my glider has switched into auto land mode. Quickly I raise my feet as a reflex to protect various soft body parts from imminent demise. I give the top a good kick as I go by. "Umph...that will give that tree something to talk about for the next two or three hundred years." PULL THE BRAKES and I'm down and stumbling through the boulders as the sail settles in around me. Glancing back at my completed approach I look up and see the tree, quivering in the still air like an arrow stuck in a board. From somewhere deep inside a whoop of joy releases and joins Mark's own exclamation at pulling off a successful mountain descent. Yes, forget the mortgage, the wild kids, your lawn and all those unpaid bills. Right now, life is great and all is right with the world.
So, just think, we got to climb the mountain twice and only had to walk down once! Such a deal! After our second ascent of the peak and a long slog out to the car, we arrive to find our friends sitting around the cooler shaking their heads at the "usefulness" of these new mountain tools. Coming from a climbing background to this new sport, we're used to looking at the mountains, studying them for lines of possible ascent. Now there's a new dimension to consider. One where we look for lines of possible descent as well. It's enough to drive a man right off the road rubbernecking at all the new possibilities...and crazy as well...just ask my non-feathered friends!