We finally decided to get our behinds in gear and try another hike. This one had a bit of vertical at least. It felt so great to get out. We hiked to poo poo point from the landing zone. The trail proved to be a freeway, but so be it. Neither my body nor Julia would have made it further on a different trail. It took a long time to get Julia sacked out, and soon after, I stumbled on the way down and woke her. aaargh.
There was only one person attempting to fly while we were up there. He had two (maybe 3) failed attempts and the last landed him in the bushes. After a while when neither he nor his instructor emerged, I peeked over the edge and all I could see were the bushes moving and the ropes from the paraglider all tangled up. Oops. Not his day I suppose. Hopefully this will be the first of many hikes this fall.