| Note |
"Flying a kite off a windswept glacier in New Zealand is no game for kids."
"With 18 feet of sail as my wings-I, a rather jittery Jeff Jobe from Seattle-was ready to conquer the sky. Altitude: 8000 ft. on New Zealand's Glacier Dome. Mitchele helped me into my kite harness. And soon I was racing towards the edge of the ice fall. I had descended 3000 feet in a perfect glide, when an icy blast rocked the kite. And suddenly, I was fighting for my life with a deadly downdraft.
"With some wild maneuvering and miraculous luck I escaped into smooth air. As I circled, i grimly remembered the first rule of kiting: never fly higher than you'd like to fall.
"That evening at the Hermitage Hotel, we toasted our adventure with Canadian Club." It seems wherever you go, C.C. welcomes you. More people appreciate its gentle manners and the pleasing way it behaves in mixed company. "The Best in The House" in 87 lands. |
