Let's start with today.
I went Skydiving.
Friday morning, 8:00 a.m., Hyvee, breakfast, co-workers...
The conversation turns to a story about a guy that was bungee jumping when the cord came off of his foot or something like that, I wasn't paying attention until C.J. said something about skydiving.
I've always wanted to do that!
My boss has done it and says she regrets not getting a camera guy, so be sure to take that option...
Hey, how about we do it? Next weekend maybe? Anyone interested?
A few people express interest, but they weren't all-in.
Aaron said he'd maybe jump out of plane... if it were on fire...
Geez, first breakfast, then skydiving? Where are we gonna be at day's end?!
I invited some of my friends, but alas, no one took us up on the offer.
So it was just us two.
A little drive out to the Winterset Municipal Airport and the home of the Des Moines Skydivers known also as the Couch Freaks
They chill in a hangar littered with old couches and picnic tables, an old dog wandering around, people getting ready for jumps, people returning from jumps, music going...
Very laid-back and informal, it has the feel of a late-night landing place for those in an altered state
After waiving all kinds of legal rights and signing our lives away to participate in an 'Ultra High-Risk Activity' we pick out jumpsuits.
I borrow a long-sleeve shirt from my Tandem Instructor, John, since my fleece would be too much...
Then stuff myself into the bright blue jumpsuit...I felt like a sausage!
He put the harness on and tightened it up, kinda makes you walk funny, a sort of waddle.
So do you have anything to say to people that might be watching this?
Ummm, Nope!
Out we went to the airstrip, took a group photo, then crammed into a little Cessna, all six of us
The ride up to 11,500 feet takes like 25 minutes, which is F O R E V E R when you want to jump out....
Shortest ride I've ever taken in a plane!
I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.....
