When they opened the door at the back of the plane, I put on my goggles and Scuba reminded me of our sequence. Hands on chest straps, head back against his shoulder, jump, push the bush and kick back, shoulder tap then open arms. I was ready. I turned and looked at Tony whose face was lit up like a 10 year old opening the birthday present he’d hoped for so badly and he said, “We going to jump out of a fucking airplane!!!”
The cabin quickly emptied out and I hardly noticed others leaving. Suddenly I was being pushed along to the end of the bench for my turn. Terri went right before me and I got the privilege of seeing her go. The look of absolute horror on her face was astounding. It said, “This can’t be right, this isn’t what I meant to do. What could I possibly have been thinking?!” But there was no turning back. And I knew my face would tell a very different story because I was pumped!!
We stepped to the doorway, Scuba pushed my forehead back and we jumped. Surprisingly I remembered everything I was supposed to do and suddenly we were in our free fall. There wasn’t what I’d call a disconnect happening in my brain, but this was so far from anything I’d ever experienced that I don’t think I was able to fully process it. I was there, body and mind, but it was rather surreal. The only complaint I had was I wished he’d told me I wouldn’t be able to breathe. Since the free fall is only one minute in duration, I told myself it was a minor inconvenience. Clearly it was breathtaking and definitely exhilarating.
They’d said it’d be cold up there and they were right - it was frigid. Falling at a speed of 120mph didn’t help, either. We fell through some clouds, which I loved, and they were just like long cold mists. I must have been able to breathe at some point because I remember screaming and screaming “WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!! WOOOOOOO!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!”
Soon enough it was time to open the parachute and just like in the movies the resistance from the chute yanked us back up a couple yards. I couldn’t stop yelling, “That was AWESOME!!! That was AWESOME!!!“ as we floated. At this pace I was able to take in the scenery and appreciate the earth from above. It reminded me a bit of the hot air balloon ride I went on a few years ago except no basket. Then we did some spinning first clockwise then counterclockwise and fastfastfast. Who knew something could be so serene yet so exciting?
Scuba did more tricks and fun stuff in the 6-7 minutes we had in the air and then we prepared for landing. I lifted up my knees and put my legs out in front of me as we neared the ground. Our landing was smooth and easy - no real bumps and jerks, just a soft glide down, a little bounce on the butt and we were back on earth in one piece. Each.
We all found each other at the hangar where they keep the gear and parachutes and Tony and I had full-on perma-grin. It was like the best amusement park ride ever. I knew right away I wanted to do it again. Tony and I decided then and there that eventually we’d take the class to get certified so we can jump on our own. Sadly, Terri really was frightened and didn’t have the same thrilling experience we did. But she is glad she did it. I was feeling badly about it until I realized none of us knew quite what to expect, so how could I be responsible? It was my idea, yes, but beyond that, it was out of my hands. It’s strange how naturally and easily guilt comes upon me. And I’m not even Catholic. I’m not religious at all.
After we each phoned our sweeties we drove back to Boston. We picked up Leslie and Sean and went to dbar for dinner and drinks. Chris couldn’t come because he was playing on the Vineyard, as usual. The food was superb (I had a delicious dish of scallops on risotto and, of course, wine) and the company delightful. Terri and Leslie gave me a ride home. It was a gorgeous evening and I wanted dessert (duh) so we got ice cream at JP Licks and strolled through Davis. A glorious ending to an utterly insanely awesomely fantastic day.
Mel and I always used to quote the old commercial for the ice cream Frusen Gladje, saying “Honey, I ate all the Frusen Gladje. …. And I’d do it again.” Now I say “Honey, I jumped out of an airplane. And I’d do it again.” And as Scuba likes to say, “drive fast and take chances!”
