Once in a while you get a day that is just about the flying and you sort of forget you're in a competition and rather soak up the experience because you just know it is rare and remarkable. Most world cup events, excluding Chelan, have at least one highlight that everyone raves about and remembers. The second task was in that league, so the third task was a gift.
The bulk of the field took the safe route over the Coup west onto the plateau toward Digne before heading north into the complicated confluence of valleys from La Brusquet to Barles and Authon. It was in this area that we felt like cloudbase kings floating around in our airborne thrones. Someone won but it didn't seem to matter as we excited the mountains into the flats for a twenty kilometer glide to the west.