I've landed sailplanes in farm fields, a biplane on a polo pitch, a Cessna on a New Zealand volcano. Most of the thirty years though have been spent operating out of airports and aerodromes. Whether hard-surfaced, gravel or grass, these are level rectangular spaces with straight lines and right angles. Even the traffic pattern is rectangular. A year ago I discovered another world, one of curved spaces, where you can fly in proximity to the earth and stop where you wish.
Spontaneity is encouraged.
It's an unfettered world, where you can fly a circular circuit, at the height of your choice, and taxi without being channeled by lines painted on pavement. This is a world of simple freedoms, of simple pleasures. This past year of ultralight float and ski flying, my first exposure to both, has been such an eye opener, such a revelation. You can go just about anyplace. If it's summer and you come across an appealing waterfront restaurant, you splash down and check out the menu.