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To be flying solo in the clouds … nothing really is as comparable and delicious as this magical experience. I crave to get current, both as a pilot and skydiver, to touch the face of God and live.
To be flying solo in the clouds … nothing really is as comparable and delicious as this magical experience. I crave to get current, both as a pilot and skydiver, to touch the face of God and live.
It’s been a while since feeling this excited at wanting to pounce out of bed and start my day (our wedding day and Skydiving in to the Blue Hole were both similar in depth and sentiment). An incredible surge of emotion welled within me from the time I opened my eyes … exaggerated and self-indulgent feelings…
After having spent a cozy comfy WARM evening sleeping on the leather FBO couches of Franklin Airport, slaDE~ and I were anxious to make our way west towards the Outer Banks (commonly referred to as the OBX). Wanting to wish our amazing hosts a fond farewell, we made our way over to the drop zone…
It’s been almost a month since we had the chance to last skydive over California. And since then, we’ve been on the go-go-go, filling our lives with such wonderful adventures and tangents. However, now that we are blessedly stationary, I’ve been noticing how picky I’ve become in my opportune moments to leap like a lemming….