5-star experience all around. At the closest spot for skydiving to central Miami, I continued on…read moremy campaign to get over my fear of heights (see profile pic). While it's terrifying, I didn't wet my pants, get sick or chicken out at the last minute (LOL), thanks to the terrific staff.
A small backstory: I am indeed terrified of heights taller than a ladder to change a lightbulb. My way to try to get over this is try to find relatively safe ways to de-sensitize my fear (bungee jumping from a utility tower over a stuntman air mattress in Seattle, walking over the glass balcony at the Grand Canyon, etc.). Doc C tries to be supportive in all this (he spotted the billboard for the bungee jumping). However, he has a remarkably unbroken record of headaches, back aches and stomach aches that have mysteriously kept him from personally trying any of these things himself.
The folks with Miami Skydiving were calming right off the bat on the phone. They explain the whole thing step by step and even apply a coupon for $10 off, which always makes me mellow. The general price will be about $300, depending on extras (photo purchase, etc).
Once you get there, the on-the-ground instructor goes through all the things you need to know. The trainer will be harnessed to your back. If you panic with a death grip on the pull cord, the trainer has a second pull cord. It's like a driver's ed car with a second steering wheel and extra set of brakes.
The panic only sets in after the small plane takes you up in the air, packed with you and your fellow jumpers. It's easy to see out the large opening in the side of the plane where you'll be jumping out, and everyone is sort of sitting with knees apart, chest to back of the person in front of them. I was the first in the line-up, with no room for anyone else to get around me, so they couldn't exactly let me back out after we were in the air.
The climactic moment is when you fall forward out of the plane, starting the first few moments of free fall. Despite the terror and adrenaline rush, it's remarkably peaceful. You could see Biscayne Bay, the Everglades and even down to the Keys.
One fun extra as you're skydiving is the in-air photographer. The photog is in a sort of flying squirrel winged bodysuit, and swoops in and out, up and down, taking pictures of everyone as they fall. The camera is clever, mounted on top of the helmet with the shutter wired to a mouth activated trigger. The pics before your parachute is open will be funny but not very flattering: the rushing wind makes your face look like a basset hound crossed with Donald Trump's hair on a windy day. The later ones after the chute is open, you'll be surprised by how many laughing ones there are, despite the fact you're plummeting toward the ground 10k feet below.
By the time you glide in for landing, the adrenaline rush from the terror will have given way to a rush of endorphins. At least half the group was giggling and laughing crazily by the time we were all taking off our safety helmets, etc. My trainer saved the nervous jokes for the van ride back to the airport: "hey I noticed on the plane on the way up that the straps were really frayed but didn't want you to back out...ha! gotcha Joe"