{ Skydiiiiivvving }

It's true -- I jumped out of a plane two miles up the other day. On a whim, I drove down to Arizona with my best friend, Trish,and her husband, Russell. We stayed at Tricia's sister Kim's house for the weekend, and after a few rescheduling hiccups due to weather, we took our jumps on Tuesday, Jan. 29th.

Surprisingly, it wasn't scary at all. Not even kidding. By the time the plane got to it predetermined height, it just seemed natural to willingly jump out of the plane. Contrary to my anticipatory thoughts, the actual freefall didn't feel anything like a roller coaster drop. It felt more like sticking your head out of the window of a car traveling at 130 mph. Overall, I would say that it was a pretty cool experience. Plus, I think my actually jumping is a feat in and of itself. If I was to go again, I would definitely make sure it was somewhere pretty -- parachuting over the Arizona desert wasn't the prettiest of all scenery, but it was still very nice.


Trish and Russell jumped first. This is just after their landing. The plane was so small only two people could go at a time, so they took the first flight and Kim and I went second.


Me and Kim getting all strapped up


Nicki flight and jump commander. Trish took this when I wasn't looking and I think it came out sweet.


Me and Kim with our jump buddies Jeff and Mark. That's our plane in the back, named the tird bird after it's coloring.


The end of my parachuting


Coming in for the landing


Me and Jeff just after landing


Because of the elevation of Arizona, our landing had do be on our bums.