Every September I think back to a time when I took a hang gliding trip with my buddies to Utah. It was 1980 when the “Ship of Fools Expeditionary Force” comprised of Jon Boy, Black Weasel, Mr. Natural, Dangerous Dan and Frisbee Scumbag road-tripped to Point of the Mountain south of Salt Lake City, UT. The “Point” pokes out into the valley from the Wasatch Range and provides north and south-facing soarable aspects. The South Side would get soarable in the morning while the North Side turned on late in the day. We were camped at the South Side launch and would fly it in the morning, then drive to a local mountain site, fly, and return to the Point for the late “North Side” show. A good time was had by all. Come night time we were entertained by hanging out with other flyers, both local and international, scheming the next day’s antics and listening to music. Sometimes we went where we couldn’t be heard by others, cranked up the tunes, broke out my blues harps and sang like nobody was watching.