When we arrived at Lincoln Sport Parachute Center at 7:50, low clouds were hovering over the drop zone. It was going to be awhile before we got in the air. In addition to the clouds, the winds were very strong.

At first, we weren't sure exactly where to go. They have a few different buildings. Matt set out to find a restroom and I started getting my things together. In an effort to save time, we were planning to wear street clothes in lieu of jumpsuits. It would not be necessary to take everything out of the car.

A few people showed up and asked if I knew where to go. I had absolutely no idea, but I started walking toward the a building with a few picnic tables in front and they followed me.  I figured it was a good place to start and it was!

Inside the manifest trailer, there were a bunch of people. Some of them were tandems, but most of them were enrolled in the static line first jump course. We actually had to stand in line to get our waivers.

I'd been trading emails with someone named Chuck and he was working manifest. After a quick introduction, we filled out our waivers. Chuck said he would get us in the air as soon as the weather broke.  He also manifested for load one with us. Super cool!

While we were waiting for the weather to clear, I sorted laundry. I figured it would save time when we got home. It's amazing how many dirty clothes we accumulated in such a short period of time. I also started getting the car organized because I envisioned that we might want to rest in the back.

Just before it was time to board, we talked about where to land. Since the wind was coming over the corn, the best place to land was on the grass runway. Another local jumper was also on our load.  He and Chuck would get out first and Matt and I would follow.

This Cessna 182 was wider than most and the floor was covered with carpet and squishy padding. This was the most comfortable Cessna I've ever jumped from. Check it out! You can see the carpet on the floor AND there isn't a bunch of duct tape and exposed metal on the inside.

As I exited at 4K, I waived good by to the pilot, Mike. The winds were so strong! We were doing low passes, but we got out of the plane far from the landing area.

What a view! Nebraska is another farming state.  Check out the corn fields surrounding the landing area.

As discussed with Chuck, I opted for landing on the grass run way. Once I was safely on the ground, the pilot came in and landed the plane.

I daisy chained my lines and gathered up my canopy. Mission accomplished! Together, Matt and I walked out to the van. We put our unpacked rigs inside our suitcases and said our good byes.

The people at Lincoln Sport Parachute Club were super friendly and accommodating - not all drop zones welcome fun jumpers. We were so thankful Chuck got us in the air before he took up his bread and butter.

Over the coming years, this drop zone will continue to evolve into an even better facility. They have plans for a new hangar and a larger landing area. It's going to be fun to watch them expand. I hope some day we are able to go back for a longer visit.

Just before we left the drop zone, the pilot, Mike, came to tell us goodbye. He gave me a hug and wished us well on our journey.  As he was walking away, he said, "You might know my daughter-in-law. Her name is Chazi."

Of course, I knew Chazi! She's a delegate for The Pink Mafia. Chazi is a famous organizer! We had just jumped together on Sunday at the annual Orange Boogie in Virginia. Wow! It's such a small world.

When we pulled out of the parking lot of the airport, Matt put our home address in Waze.  We were 1,234 miles from our house. According to my odometer, we'd driven 2,041 so far!

On the road again...How far would we get before we stopped for the day?