I waited to be called up.
1st group went.
2nd group went.
1st group raved and headed back to town.
2nd group raved and headed back to town.
When I was called up I already had one necessary pee and two nervous ones. They told us that the cloud was too low to do 15,000 feet. It was still descending. If we were lucky and not just taken up to be brought back down inside the plane then we would get 10,000 or 9,000.
I slipped into the onsie (god, I never thought I’d be doing that) and had a rather brusk Kiwi with no time to waste called Scott strap me into the harness. His hands moved over intimate areas without care. Typical male.
“Oh. Never brought me dinner and you’re already reaching for it.” I gave a small laugh.
He smiled. “Guess I’m just so use to it I don’t realise this is a problem for others.”
We walked from the shed to the awaiting plane. I hurried forward but was yanked back. “Hold up. Not so fast.” Scott held tight to my harness almost like he was holding the hand of a child crossing the street.
“You’re unusual. Most people don’t rush.”
“I love flying.”
We climbed in, all of us sitting along the floor in-between legs. Scott attached my back to his front, Tightening and pulling so that spine and belly were flush. I guess this was sort of like doggy style; no idea what’s going on behind and completely uncomfortable.
Up, up, up.
The white frosted mountains, surrounding the blue lake were only just interrupted by sporadic suburban sprawl.
I sat up straight and stared out the window. This is what I love. Somehow I knew the sky dive was going to be a let down.
Scott thumped me on the head. “Sorry, was just getting my gloves on and slipped. You alright?”
I rubbed my head and nodded.
“Thank goodness you were wearing protection.” He was referring to the soft beanie under the cap provided, it was meant to be padding.
Scott told me to hang onto the straps, let go when he tapped and not to forget to breath. I laughed at the last part.
The door rolled up. I watched the first guys roll out and then heard the scream.
I came to the door and stuck my legs out. My face was freezing. My toes were warm inside their boots. One, two, three. Scott tumbled us forward and out. We spun and rolled. No control.
Pin prick shards of ice smashed into my face. There was only cloud cover, so I closed my eyes. Wasn’t missing much. The tap came and I let go. We evened out.
I opened my eyes and saw the world bellow, patches of green sewn together with fence lines. By now I realised that my fear in the plane was true. This was bloody stupid.
The chute went out and jerked us back. My harness cut in hard, particularly across the top of my chest, creeping up to my throat.
Scott swung us rough in circles all the time choking me as we did. He released it slightly, said something I can’t remember but all I was thinking was my legs hurt, the harness is cutting of circulation and I just don’t care anymore.
We skidded our asses along the grass and I rolled away.
Fun... but a let down.
I made sure to get a picture of me suited up for mum and sent her a new text. “Done and alive.”