Saavalia, moon of Empleadus, lay just beneath his venturepod. He’d heard about it from guidebooks, and knew it was time to “do it”. Suited, heart pounding, eyes closed, ready, destiny finally overcame fear. He pressed the button. Ripping through the atmosphere at ten-thousand KPH, he plunged downward, slowing to the light-blue-snow-filled mountains below. The computed approach was perfect. His board caught surface at an ideal seventy-degree angle. Zooming over small craters of fiery flora, large drifts, and lakes of frozen methane waves, he “yeehawed”, surging with thrill. What an incredible, alien rush! He vowed return.