Deeply exhausted and desperately need sleep, but I’d be remiss were I not to mention how incredible a weekend I had prior to snooze-deluxe. Spent two nights occupying a bed with Amy (it’s bound to be a novelty forever, folks; I’m just that kind of guy), the better part of forty-eight hours in the company of friends, conversing, joking, laughing, and sharing, and approximately six hours Saturday afternoon learning the necessary basics of skydiving. This training was followed by approximately six minutes, spread equally over Saturday evening and Sunday afternoon, falling seven thousand feet from the sky on two separate occasions.
It’s funny, really. I haven’t been in an airplane since I was two years old, and have no memory of it, at that. As of this weekend, I’ve been in an aircraft twice and now possess an inkling of an idea as to what it’s like taking off from a runway. However, I’ve absolutely no clue what the sensation of landing in a plane is like, having bailed both times at 3,500 feet and let gravity escort me down. Between Amy and I, we managed four jumps over two days and traversed upwards of 14,000 (vertical) feet. It’s an experience I wholly recommend to everyone.
Mad props to everyone I shared the weekend with, but to Chris especially, who dragged my earthbound ass up to Eden. Rock on!
sounds like you had one hell of a weekend! i wish i had the guts to jump out of a plane, and you think i would
do it willingly, considering my dad did it for twenty years in the military…but nope…afraid of hieghts.
But awesome for you Matt!
afraid? you have no idea what fear is, and I did it!