After seeing The Bucket List movie, I knew my first order of business would be to sky dive. Luckily I was able to get a group of friends to share in my terror.
I'd told the girls we were jumping "The height of Portland City Grill", which is 536 feet, but was informed upon arriving at Skydive Oregon that we were jumping from 13,000 feet. That squashed the little bit of peace I had about it and made me anxious to get it over with.
Our appointment was at 10 am, but the weather wasn't optimal. 4 hours later it was. Regardless of the wait, I'd rather be safe than sorry.
Before jumping onto our plane, we had a short meeting with an instructor, to go over the jump details and get our consent form signatures (signing away our families' right to sue if you die is scary in itself!). We then met our tandem partners (the professional jumpers) and got all suited up. My BFF"s guy put hair into braids and connected them to her helmet, like Pippy Longstocking. I got the cool guy - who let me go glam, with my long air, as is.
Once on the plane, our instructors got us into our positions by straddling behind us on one of the 2 benches and then connected our backs to their fronts. At that, we were in it for real!
As we neared the 13,000 feet jump altitude, I started having 2nd thoughts, only I was too scared to voice that. Thank God!
I had asked to jump first, to get to over with first, but I'd rushed onto the plane ahead of everyone, which put me and my instructor at the back. That meant my 2 friends were jumping ahead of me and I wouldn't know if they made it alive until I landed.
A fun distraction was the photographer I'd hired to film me. MY BFF hired one too, so we got to ham it up, pretending not to be scared to death about leaping from a perfectly good plane.
Sensing my fear, my instructor didn't say when we were going to jump, but just told me to put my feet on his. When I did - too scared not to - he stood up and pretty much bolted us to the door. We may have paused for a 2nd, but my eyes were closed. Only when we were free falling and my photographer - who'd jumped when we did - told me to open my eyes and smile, was I able to.
I wasn't exactly thrilled about hurdling through a cold, damp abyss of clouds and swirling in space, but I faked it for the camera.
My instructor tried spinning us into circles (not summersaults) but I freaked and yelled "Stop! I'll get sick!" to which he immediately stopped.
Tumbling to the ground, I was not happy with my choice to do this and wanted back in the plane....until the chute was pulled. Strangely, the yank was exciting - and since we'd passed the clouds - we now I could see all of lovely Molalla, as well as Mt. Hood.
I know it sounds weird that I preferred seeing the ground, but every inch closer meant I was going back to the safety of Mother Earth. Not at warp speeds. No, they can slow you down quite a bit, to where you almost feel like you are floating. Which my instructor did - in order to give me a 180 degree visual tour of the entire area.
As we came down to land, the instructors have you raise your feet. That way, if anyone gets a sprained ankle, it ain't you. lol
Safely landed, my instructor unhooked me. I then threw myself into the grass - unable to help myself from hug the ground.
At the time we jumped, I wasn't stoked about my decision, but once landed, I was SOOOO glad I did it!!!
I think every person should do something adventurous at least once in their lives. And if you are going to, I think this is actually one of the safer activities. trust me, I did my research! read more