Tuesday, May 24, 2011
My Trip to Bountiful
Sunday morning I was awakened at 730 am, a call from Sky Dive Montana, that the skies were a go and I could jump according to plan. I needed to be the Ronan Airport by 10 for an 11 jump which was an hour away. Mark, Pam and I had coffee and talked as my nerves began to unravel as to what I had possibly gotten myself into. I was seriously having doubts at this time. The drive up seemed interminable, my heart racing faster the nearer I approached, my eyes always searching to the sky in wonder.
The waiver I had to sign was six pages with more clauses needing to be initialed than a mortgage. Other friends and family began to arrive as I prepped to for the event. I will tell more about this event in another posting when I get the pictures and video. My dad and a great group of supporter arrived to witness. The fall itself wasn’t too bad, but the after effects seemed to linger for hours beyond. When your body moves at such velocity it tends to have an effect on your stomach and pressure in your head. We had lunch in the nearby town and I was so woozy I could hardly eat anything and after everyone parted, my dad drove me home. When I arrived home, I fell into a deep sleep, my body relaxed into a comfort like I have never known.
Today is Mark’s birthday, so Happy Birthday, to you Mark, next year it your big day to hit 50 and I hope to help make your day as big of an adventure as mine.