My answer. . . well, it wasn’t a perfectly good airplane.
I must have heard this question at least twenty times in the week leading up to my skydiving trip with the Campus Recreation Department. In fact, the plane ride up to 14,000 feet was probably the scariest part of the whole experience.
Miles Ledford, our campus recreation director, put together the trip for 25 or so UTC students and staff and on Sunday, April 6th, we headed to Rockmart, GA .We arrived at Sky Dive the Farm around 12:00 on Sunday and there wasn’t a patch of blue in the sky. This meant that we would have to wait for the clouds to clear before we could even think about going up in plane.
After waiting for two hours I started thinking that maybe God was trying to tell me something. Maybe the overcast skies were God’s way of telling me to not voluntarily jump out of a plane. The longer I waited, the more anxious I became.
However, when the skies cleared a bit and the sun started to peek out from behind the clouds, I was ready to go. My name was called announcing that I would be jumping tandem in the first plane to go up for the day.
My tandem instructor was Big Steve and he ran through the events that were about to occur, giving me detailed instructions as he tightened my harness and got me ready to go. Soon we were on a bus to the airport, and ten minutes later, I was on a plane.
Ten of us crammed into the small aircraft, each with our tandem instructors, and three seasoned jumpers joined us as well – 23 in all. The engines started and soon I was looking down at farms and clouds as we zoomed higher into the air. I watched the altimeter as we flew up – 6,000 feet, 8,000, 10,000, — at 14,000 feet they opened the door, sending the rushing wind into the cabin. The experienced divers jumped out nonchalantly with a smile on their face, waving and giving a thumbs-up to the nervous rookies.
I watched my roommate go out of the plane door, strapped to her tandem instructor, and as she flipped through the air I caught a glimpse of her face – absolutely priceless. It was a look of shock, fright, and amazement; I wish I’d had my camera.
A few people jumped before me, and finally it was my turn. I looked down, leaning outside of the plane, as my tandem instructor got ready. I thought, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” And before I knew, it I was looking up at the underside of the plane, and I was falling 120 mph through the air.
It was hard to breathe as the air rushed into my face. Big Steve said to scream if that happened in order to push the air out of the lungs and to begin breathing properly again. When I screamed the sound was lost into the air, only sounding like a small whistle in my head. We fell 8,000 feet in one minute before the parachute was released. Suddenly everything seemed silent compared to the noisy rush of air when we were free-falling. We floated in and out of clouds for the remaining 6,000 feet, and I even got to steer our parachute for a while. It was so calm in the sky, and I wished I could have stayed up longer. As we came in to land, I lifted my feet and we slid across the ground. My rear end became soaked from the muddy, wet ground.
The whole experience was great! I was ready to get back on the airplane and jump again. There is another trip planned for October, and you can bet that I’ll be going.