I just had my first sky diving experience a couple of weeks ago. Going into it, I imagined it would be a "one time" deal; just something to cross off my "bucket list". I had no idea how it would change my life, or that I would continue to ruminate on the whole experience.
But only two weeks later, I'm preparing for my second jump. My first jump was taken at the Texas Skydiving Center. Since I've jumped, I've been researching drop zones a little closer to home (this place is about an hour and 20 minutes from where I live) but I continue to gravitate back to the idea of only jumping here. And the reasons are as follows.
From the moment I walked through the doors of this place, I felt like I was in good hands. A super friendly, lovely lady immediately greeted me with an enthusiastic "You here to jump out of an airplane?!" I was glad to even be in the right place as I wasn't sure. I felt like I'd been driving for quite some time in the middle of nowhere till I reached this very unassuming building.The place seemed a little nondescript, although I'm not sure what I was anticipating. Balloons and confetti maybe? People falling out of the sky and landing all around me? It was all so very chill, I was unsure if I'd gone through the right door.
So immediately after arriving, I was taken to fill out the paper work, and everything began to just feel really normal. The owner, whom I'd e-mailed several times, introduced herself as we'd spoken on the phone just hours before and I'd told her how nervous I was. She said "If it makes you feel any better, your instructor has jumped over 6,000 times". And you better believe that made me feel better. And then come to find out, she herself has had God only knows how many jumps, but I do remember it was in the thousands.
After the paper work was done, I had around 50 minutes to kill until it was my turn to go up. There were two jumpers ahead of me, and being that the plane is really small, there are limitations as to how many people go up at a time. I figured I'd just read the book I brought in case of this very thing.
But when I walked to my car to get it, I noticed several donkeys next door. I stopped to hang out with them. Then I noticed the chickens. After that, I discovered several pigs, and even llamas!!! Hanging out with these awesome animals totally calmed my nerves and made me forget altogether that I was waiting my turn to jump out of an airplane.
Before I knew it, it indeed came my turn. My instructor took me aside and gave me some basic instructions i.e., how to put my body into an arch when given the cue, how to lift my legs for the landing, etc. Then my gear was applied and off we went.
It was so straightforward and it happened so fast. Not at all like the 30 minute boring safety instruction mandatory class I'd anticipated having with 20 other first time jumpers.
So then we boarded the plane. As it began to haul ass, my nerves started to kick back in. It all started to feel very real. But somehow, even as I was thinking these were probably the last minutes I'd spend as a living person, my instructor along with the lady who'd first greeted me at the door (my two companions on the plane) still managed to make me laugh. My instructor's seemingly inappropriate jokes (how I likely wouldn't survive and whatnot) ironically calmed me down. And yet he was super professional all the same. I got the feeling he just intuits the state of mind of everyone he jumps with, and does his best to make the experience as comfortable as possible, varying with each individual.
When the door of the plane finally opened ( the moment I still can't believe I didn't faint or throw up) we exited the plane like it was no freakin big deal. Or I should say my instructor and the other diver did. They acted like they were stepping off a curb, while I was saying my final prayer. It still blows my mind when I watch the video and see my instructor happy as a clam while falling 120 miles per hour.
And there's my segue...THE VIDEO.... When I first heard it would cost $125.00, I could not believe it was that expensive. But then I just figured I'd pay it because I damned sure wasn't going to have this experience go undocumented. But now that I have it, I don't regret the cost whatsoever. In fact, it's shameful how many times I've watched it. It covers the whole experience perfectly. The footage starts on the ground (prior to the jump of course) then continues in the plane, while exiting the plane, throughout much of the fall, and finally just after the landing. AND, they let you choose your own soundtrack which is awesome. AND, AND, AND the quality is stellar.
I know this review may seem a little superfluous, but then again, I'm not writing about breakfast tacos. Skydiving is a big deal. It's scary as hell and it ain't cheap, no matter where you go. But I can not say enough about the Texas Skydiving Center. I give it 5 stars, only because 6 ain't an option. Do it. read more