Post by Grubb.
While our train was slowing to a stop at Voss Station (way back on Saturday), I drew Ella’s attention to a hang-glider in a red rig that was swirling way too fast for a safe landing. The lake at the bottom of the Voss valley warms up during the day and the thermals getting sucked up by the cool mountainside air provide great hang-gliding conditions. Except for this poor fellow who must have caught a chilly downdraft. He swirled faster and faster and then plummeted like a rock. His landing was obscured by a line of houses on the horizon. About thirty seconds later, as we were about to pull out of the station, a cloud of dust was rising above the buildings like a shroud.
