Yesterday my father and I had a blast. I decided to take my father out and go.....Skydiving! Yes Skydiving. If you all remember I went last year in New Zealand and I thought that it was absolutely amazing. It was closest thing to flying in the sky and I decided to do it again. Of course I did my best to not tell my dad. We got up early in the A.M, had some coffee and I drove us an hour and a half to this place called Skydive on the Gulf. It was technically in Alabama but the drive was just about as far as Pensacola for us. So really it wasn’t that bad.
Of course I am sure that when you only have two or three divers in your facility it changes things quite a lot and you have to be aware of when to take breaks and how often you need to do that. They did say that they jump every half hour so I am sure that after the third or fourth time you will need a break from it.
Once we were all harnessed in we got assigned to our divers and we made our way to the plane where we got to take videos and photos before climbing inside. I got a briefing of how to pull the shoot on the way down. By the way, if you have never skydived before they won’t give you the option of pulling your own shoot since it’s a lot to take in the first time and of course it’s both your lives on the line. Since I had done it before he gave me the option and as nervous as I was I also wanted to give it at least a shot. He did tell me that if I didn’t pull it in time that he had a backup cord to pull the shoot.
After the briefing we met our pilot and we climbed inside. I was jumping first so my dad got into the plane with his diver and I climbed inside and got to sit right next to the pilot.
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