One of the few coworkers fearless enough to join me
I've been wanting to try skydiving for YEARS but could never get my friends or family to agree to it. So I started working on my coworkers. Somehow, a group of five fearless people made a pact to jump out an airplane at 12,500 feet. We all headed down to the drop zone in Lake Elsinore
early on Father's Day morning. Skydive Elsinore gives discounts for various things. Weekdays, groups, and early fly times get the discounts. You fill out some paperwork, sign your life away, then recite the "I'm diving of my own free will" statement on video. Next, they assign you an instructor who gives you about 10 minutes of instruction.
Getting fitted for my flight suit
What to do. What not to do. My instructor (Cesar from Spain) told me that I wouldn't remember the first 5 seconds of the jump. Truthfully, I couldn't remember the last 10 minutes of what he had been saying. He had a lot of energy and talked really fast. My head was racing and we hadn't even got on the plane yet. They fit you in a flight suit, helmet, goggles, and attach all the harnesses. After that, you board the plane. There were probably 20 of us on that plane. Some even sat on the floor. I hadn't been nervous about the jump until I casually looked out the window and saw how far up we were. That's when I thought, "How the hell did I get here?". Instantly, my instructor turned me sideways, propped me on his lap, then slid both of us down the bench closer to the open door.
This guy followed me all the way down. I just couldn't shake him
He pulled my head back and shot me out the door! My coworker who was next in line said I screamed like a little girl...lol.. Of course I don't remember this. All I remember thinking was "WOW!" When we reached the 6500 feet mark, the instructor holds up your arm to show you the altimeter. That's your cue to pull the lever for the parachute. Your 120 mph drop descent become a glide. He even let me "drive" for a little while. As you get closer to the green, grassy landing strip, you need to pull your legs up so your instructor can take the brunt of the landing. It was a nice, soft landing. However, my eyes were tearing from the wind that had squeezed through the edges of my goggles. I'll bring my own goggles next time. All I heard was someone yelling my name and laughing hard. Turns out it was my coworker who jumped after me but landed before me. We all had a great time and can't wait to do it again.