Torrey Pines Gliderport San Diego Come fly with us its magical

San Diego venue plays host to international adventurers

A gorgeous, golden afternoon brings out gliders galore to the famed Torrey Pines Gliderport north of San Diego, Calif.

STORY By CHRISTENE MEYERS

PHOTOS By BRUCE KELLER

WITH THOUGHTS of Peter Pan -- or Sally Field in "The Flying Nun," -- I gazed, spellbound, as  a 40-something man took flight.

Folks bring chairs and watch the gliders.

Our venue was the world famous Torrey Pines Gliderport San Diego, an historic flight park on the ocean's edge, founded in 1928.

My "glider guide" was my partner, Bruce Keller, who has more tricks up his sleeve than a Las Vegas magician.

Safely on terra firma, these gliders expressed elation at their experience.

"I had no idea you knew so much about gliding," I gulped, as we walked to the edge of a cliff and he began to explain wind currents and sail plaining, describing all the necessary gear:  reserve chutes, harnesses, helmets and more. He knows his stuff.

I KNEW Keller spent years navigating the azure Pacific out his back door. He snorkel's, scuba dives, sails and swims.  This fella understands wind, so I should have guessed he also has a handle on flying through the air with the greatest of ease.

The Torrey Pines Gliderport in San Diego is an amazing sight, cherished by locals and a popular destination for tourists. Keller has admired it for years and takes pride in its global attraction.

 The Torrey Pines cliffs could be dangerous, but skilled gliders navigate them artfully.

On our several visits together, we heard French, Italian, German and Japanese, along with the usual English and Spanish spoken in San Diego environs.

Gliders float high above the Pacific, and see wonders beneath and all around.

We watched as certified instructors coached people from their twenties well into their seventies in the art of flying high by the clouds.

I GOT A  crash course in paragliders and hang gliders. Hang gliders have solid wing structures and an aluminum frame, creating a V-shaped wing that resembles a stealth bomber. Paragliders have soft wing structures -- no internal frame.  Once inflated, they take on an elliptical shape.

TORREY Pines, a gorgeous, much photographed and well used scenic area in north La Jolla, is also a favorite of golfers -- you've seen televised tournaments there if you're an aficionado.  The park is also beloved as a fundraising venue.  Many films and commercials have been shot there, because of the stunning scenery.

 I watched in wonder as advanced gilders soared over the cliffs and ocean, sweeping magically, then eventually landing in one piece, with a graceful downward or sideways motion. The art is in moving their bodies to bend with the wind and navigating the way they want to.

Wind conditions, of course, play a major role in the success of the adventure. Skilled gliders learn how to determine when the wind is best for prime soaring.

I THINK of myself as a fairly gutsy gal, but I fear I haven't the courage to soar with the hawks.

For now, I'm content to watch and sigh, eyes heavenward, as the Torrey Pines gliders show me their stuff.

I'm no cliff hanger, except as an appreciator.  And count me in as a fan of the Cliff Hanger Cafe at Torrey Pines Gliderport, which serves up yummy sandwiches, soups and salads.

If you're braver than this reporter, you can hire certified instructors at the venue, or give a gift

A glider lands with grace and ease at Torrey Pines Gliderport, which has been beloved since 1928.

certificate to a loved one.  Call 858 452-9858 or go to www.flytorrey.com

GLIDING BUFFS are fit, trim and healthy looking.  And if you're looking for a romantic adventure with your sweetheart, you can fly tandem. What a thought! Keller could nudge me to consciousness if I fainted from terror.

 Landlocked for now, Cookie may some day soar with the gliders. Could Nick and Nora come along?

I long for the courage to brave it, for it looks like a wondrous pursuit -- the clouds close enough to touch, birds, whales and seals to enjoy, and the Pacific shimmering below. This past spring, we saw the migrating grey whales here, enroute to the Baja to give birth.

For now, I'll do my flying in a 747. And my sailing in a boat.

 But maybe sometime I'll glide! If not in this life, then in the next!

"Uncle Cog," Harry A. Cosgriffe, atop his favorite horse at his Crazy Mountain ranch.

COMING SATURDAY:  A tribute to a special uncle, as we attend his classic Montana send-off memorial.  "Uncle Cog" was beloved by many and a weekend celebration to honor his memory included music, prose, flowers, food, dancing, reminiscing, tears and laughter.

That's this July at www.whereiscookie.com

Then we look at a family's challenge and rewards of nurturing a baby born with a birth defect. It truly takes a village! Plus more travel tips and photography pointers. Tune us in Wednesdays and Saturdays and remember to explore, learn and live.