Ok, so I must admit it! When I woke up yesterday morning, and there was a complete overcast of clouds, I was secretly relieved that our plans to skydive would probably have to be postponed..... forever, I secretly hoped! No chance! A quick call to the skydiving institute and we were told to come on over that the clouds would pass and we would be underway. Great!
After some preliminary instruction, and signing waivers understanding that we could die, we got all geared up and we boarded the plane. It took about 15 minutes to climb to altitude and as the anxiety is building I'm thinking it's not too late to change my mind! As we're climbing, my instructor is making the last minute adjustments to my gear.... oh please don't forget to attach those buckles! It's time........ The door slides open, Ben explains that I will hang my legs outside and under the plane and on the count of three....... one, two..... threeeeee......... I hear myself scream as I tumble out the door...... and soar. I wasn't prepared for how loud and how cold it is at 13,500 feet and within a few minutes poof the chute goes up....... and suddenly there's an unbelievable silence as we fly through the sky and begin to make our way down. Closer, closer, closer and as I slide on the ground and the chute falls over me....... I sit there and laugh, and think.... just another Meadowsweet Day! I loved it!