Skydance helped me complete my very first tandem skydive today! Needless to say, I'm afterglowing like a motherfucker right now. Nevertheless, I'm going to try writing this review based on the services rendered, instead of how jumping out of a plane feels. TL;DR: BOTH GREAT.
Stepping into the main trailer, you are greeted by a friendly cashier who confirms your reservation, jump altitude, and whether or not you're buying a DVD. I came in hesitant to pay more for video. The rep didn't pressure me at all for the sale, and simply directed my attention towards the sample footage they play on a loop. It was enough :).
The next step is a liability waiver that makes explicit your agreement to relinquish certain legal rights...even in situations caused by staff negligence. Pretty standard stuff for an extreme sports agreement, but it gave me pause--and hopefully will give you pause too. The message is clear: understand the gravity of what you are about to commit to before you take the leap. THAT'S RIGHT LADIES! WORDPLA-
An instructor walks you through a short training film. Greg could not have offered a clearer shortlist of instructions, and after five minutes I felt confident in the basics: launch with the arms tucked; extend your thighs behind you; raise the arms when prompted; get ready to pull at 6K; pull at 5K; and slide into your landing.
The film is set to what must be a self-produced 90's-era trance tune about how wonderful skydiving is. It's much more entertaining than anything Calvin Harris has ever, okay, I'm digressing.
After that, you wait. For me it was a couple of hours. I took a nap on a lawn chair. You'll be fine.
They call you in and suit you up, all the while reviewing with you how everything is going to go down. I cannot stress enough how confidence-inspiring these guys and gals are. They know their stuff, and are incredibly friendly...which means you get to focus on having fun! Next it's onto the plane for good-natured banter, another instructional review, and final gear prep (which they handle).
Fistpounds are exchanged at altitude, and next thing you know the door is open, your videographer hanging out of the exterior like he's Solid Snake, NBD. Greg launches you forward, guides you through a barrel roll that would have been impossible for you to execute solo, and then you freefall.
Seven thousand feet later, you're having so much fun that your instructor has to tap you on the shoulder twice to remind you to look at your altimeter. I wasn't able to find my cord, so Greg released the canopy himself. We took a few controlled turns on the parachute--easily my favorite part--and then, we landed.
Sweet, sweet endorphins.
One last thing, just-...no, shush, listen for a second: the jump site is located at Yolo County Airport. Okay?
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