Back down in NC for the weekend - my friend griffdog turned 30 today, and his beautiful wife recran decided that jumping out of a perfectly good airplane would be a good way for him to celebrate, and that she might as well try and kill me too. Love you, dear!
Was a great deal of fun, in fact. Tandem jump, courtesy of Jump Raeford here in NC. Go up to 13,000 feet, strap you to someone who knows what they're doing, and kick you out of the airplane. A minute or so of freefall, at what they tell us is approximately 120 miles per hour. Then the chute opens, and you fall at a somewhat more sedate 20 mph for four or five minutes, flare out and attempt to land without faceplanting.
Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane? Scarier than you might think, at first. Free-falling? Somewhat LESS scary than you might think - my theory is that your brain only accepts that you're falling for the first couple of seconds, and then disbelief kicks in - "I can't possibly be falling - I'd've HIT something by now!" Canopy opening? Not gentle. After that, the really scary bits are the turns - a bit of vertigo induced every time. You get used to it.
Fun. Scary, incredibly energy-draining fun, but fun. Now I need to move to Learn How to Ride a Bike (99), and Learn How to Ride a Motorcycle (98).