1 airplane + 1 parachute + 1 instructor + 13,000 feet = The best, most exhilarating experience of my life!
On Saturday at noon I jumped out of a plane for my very first (but hopefully not last) time and it was
AWESOME!!!
I might use that word a lot in this post but it's hard to find another to adequately describe how it felt. I suppose the best way to explain it would be through pictures. I have added a few visual aids for your enjoyment (I had to pay the big bucks for these pictures so I better put them to good use). Please do not feel guilty for laughing when you see how gomer-ish we looked. I think they dress us like that for their own entertainment value. Can't say I blame them. We laughed. A lot.
Gettin' all suited up. The jumpsuit was almost the greatest part second only to...
...these super awesome coneheads we got to wear. Mine matched my jumpsuit. Very retro. Very cool.
Almost the whole crew that went. From left to right Alex Jepsen, McKinley something, Jake Later, me, Steve Middleton, Robbie Irion, Richard something, Chantyl, Chalice, and Rachael (This picture is missing Courtney, Kristin, and Chantyl's brother....Josh...?)
Our plane: Chalice, Chantyl, me, Richard and Rachael. Before the big drop.
Our best terrified faces...or excruciating pain faces in Alex's case. At this point the terror was just pretend. We were tough.
Are you ready yet?
In the plane! This expression is 100% genuine "Holy-crap-what-the-heck-am-I-doing?!?!?!"
My first view of what they were telling me to jump into. It was right about here that the panic started setting in.
Falling out. Panic. Terror. Excitement. Adrenaline. Ahhhhhhhhh!
There is no possible way to know what this moment feels like until you experience it. Sheer terror.
Flipping....
Falling...
Diving....
FLYING!!!
All the fear was gone, replaced by pure joy
All the fear was gone, replaced by pure joy