Time to call homeSeptember 1, 2004
I felt like a teenager - afraid to call home to tell my parents that I wrecked the car!
I felt like a teenager - afraid to call home to tell my parents that I wrecked the car!
Some people in the medical field would probably frown on this diagnostic tool, but it never fails me.
Nick was ready for my debriefing. He asked me to tell him about the skydive.
Never in my life have I encountered a nicer group of people.
Nick was yelling, "PLF! PLF! PLF! I held the toggles down, and prepared for a PLF.
"You're looking good, you're on your own." Words I will never forget!
Today, I would be doing my seventh skydive! It was my fourth AFF jump - we'd be doing turns!
When I arrived at the hangar, it was very quiet. There were only a handful of people there. Israel from Israel was back. He and his friend Henri had driven to the DZ together.
Although it was cloudy, I decided to head on over to Orange. When I arrived, the hangar was nearly empty.
Even though I didn't have to be in Culpeper until 10:00, I had to leave my house at 6:45 to avoid rush hour traffic. So early!