A beautiful day in southern Utah. An unsuspecting couple. And a small airstrip.
Monday night, Monica and I went to the Moab Brewery in Moab, Utah (Moh – Ab). As previously mentioned the town had a strong sense of adventure. In the bar, they were playing a video of a local skydiving group. A phone number flashed on the bottom. Monica and I started talking about it. She wanted to go. I was surprised and a little nervous. I’ve always wanted to go and she had said previously she might be a bit too nervous. But now the moment was coming where I might ACTUALLY go. And now…I was nervous.
Anyway, nothing came of it that night. We woke up in our fairly nice hotel room, went down to breakfast, and another sign came. Reading through a brochure, we spotted several ads for skydiving. It claimed to be America’s most scenic drop zone. Since, I have only gone once, I cannot confirm this. Driving to the airport, I can say that it was beautiful. We were right on the edge of a national park.
At breakfast after a little bit of thought…Monica said let’s go. I was not quite ready yet. She insisted…let’s go at 10. I could tell she wanted to jump right into it and get it over without thinking about it. I needed some time to process and rationalize the risk/thrill we were considering engaging in. Then, we made a decision. We would drive out to the airstrip, check things out and decide.
So we did that and we gave it the green light. We were going to jump out of a plane at 10,000 feet.
I’m going to leave this post as a teaser (so you come back and read tomorrow). But I will say that of things to do before I die, mechanical bull riding and skydiving are now checked off the list.
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