My husband stated “for my 50th birthday, there’s something I always wanted to do.” I couldn’t imagine what was on his bucket list, that he hadn’t already accomplished.
His answer was “jump out of an airplane” and my response was “okay, is that with or without a parachute?” Gosh, he was serious!
Well, we celebrated his birthday by driving to the local airport and watching some skydivers.
It looked so effortless, that we both signed up for our tandem skydives.
The jump begins at an altitude of over 1 mile above ground. The drogue chute (see the yellow tail behind the parachute) is released to stabilize the jumpers.
After free falling down to 5,500 feet, the main parachute is opened.
Now learning how to guide this huge tandem chute begins.
The toggle straps have double hand holds, so the trainer and student work together on making turns and landing in the pea gravel.
Lee was the perfect student and had a stand-up landing.
It’s easy to smile at the camera and not be nervous when your feet are still on the ground.
We had a camera man take videos of our first jump. I was so scared, I had to watch the video to make sure I actually did this skydive.
The worst part for me was when the pilot opened the plane’s door. The tandem master leaned out that open door to visually check the jump area. Being buckled to him meant I was hanging out the doorway too.
The camera man exited and was hanging onto the plane’s strut. At this point, I was more concerned about survival, than geeking the camera mounted on his helmet.
Once we were in free fall, it became the most amazing experience I could ever imagine.
After completing our skydives, we both knew we had to go out that open plane door again for another tandem jump.
What started as my husband’s birthday wish, became our newest hobby.