So today, to finish off my Beercation with a bang, I jumped out of an airplane for the second time, from 10,000 feet over the Florida Keys. (My first jump in Houston was from 14,000 feet.)
Once again, it was absolutely awesome, though definitely a different experience than the first time, for many reasons. Obviously the altitude was different, as was the scenery. Nothing against Texas, but jumping over the Florida Keys is a hell of a lot more picturesque than jumping over rural Texas. Islands and oceans beat pastures and farms every time. There was virtually no wait time in the Keys, as opposed to our many hour wait in Houston. There was more training involved the first time, as they get you a lot more involved in Houston than they do in the Keys. Amusingly, both of my skydiving instructors have been from other lands: in Houston, he was Irish, here in the Keys, he was South African. The plane here was much, much smaller.
The weirdest difference was this time I had a lot more nervous energy and even more nerves than the first time, for which I was amazingly calm and relaxed. My instructor today said that that is not that unusual, as this time I would KNOW what was coming, rather than simply having an idea.
Naturally, I called Mom afterwards to let her know her son had not gone splat, which she was very happy for. But she made the mistake of saying, "I just hope this is not going to become a habit." I couldn't lie to her--I told her that this is, in fact, my new habit and my new hobby, and look forward to the day I am jumping with my own parachute, rather than having a guy strapped to my back. The good news with that is that once I become licensed, my jumps are far less expensive.
Next jump: Arizona and/or Tampa.
So...who here wants to try out this most ridiculous of hobbies?
Once again, it was absolutely awesome, though definitely a different experience than the first time, for many reasons. Obviously the altitude was different, as was the scenery. Nothing against Texas, but jumping over the Florida Keys is a hell of a lot more picturesque than jumping over rural Texas. Islands and oceans beat pastures and farms every time. There was virtually no wait time in the Keys, as opposed to our many hour wait in Houston. There was more training involved the first time, as they get you a lot more involved in Houston than they do in the Keys. Amusingly, both of my skydiving instructors have been from other lands: in Houston, he was Irish, here in the Keys, he was South African. The plane here was much, much smaller.
The weirdest difference was this time I had a lot more nervous energy and even more nerves than the first time, for which I was amazingly calm and relaxed. My instructor today said that that is not that unusual, as this time I would KNOW what was coming, rather than simply having an idea.
Naturally, I called Mom afterwards to let her know her son had not gone splat, which she was very happy for. But she made the mistake of saying, "I just hope this is not going to become a habit." I couldn't lie to her--I told her that this is, in fact, my new habit and my new hobby, and look forward to the day I am jumping with my own parachute, rather than having a guy strapped to my back. The good news with that is that once I become licensed, my jumps are far less expensive.
Next jump: Arizona and/or Tampa.
So...who here wants to try out this most ridiculous of hobbies?
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