Soaring continued

As I was saying, the day of the glider ride was the highlight of our holiday. If we hadn't have been staying at the Super 8 Motel right in front of the airport where the Invermere Soaring Centre resides, it would never have even occured to me do something like this.
It also helped when the wife of one of pilots started talking to us in the motel parking lot while we were watching the planes take off. I was mesmerized, I was amazed, I was intrigued and very curious. She mentioned that her husband visits Invermere every year from Toronto for "the best gliding in the country". I can't remember how many years they've been there, I think it's more than 10. How could I ignore the crystal clear messages in front of me?

1. Motel next door to the airport.
2. Woman telling me have to go, I'd be crazy not to.
3. $140 burning a hole in my pocket
4. Nothing else to do.

Kevin and I drove over to the airport (I was too scared to hop the barbed-wire fence and run across the steaming runway) and asked a few questions and next thing I new I was booked for the next afternoon at 2:30. The rest is history, as they say.