The drive down to Boulder City airport was quite quick at that time of morning, and we arrived in good time for our sky-dive. The first thing on the agenda was a weight check. I came in at 172 lb; I had lost about 1.5 stone during my trek so far, which wasn't a bad thing. After that, we were given a lengthy contract to read through, and initial after virtually every paragraph, and if that wasn't enough, for one paragraph, we had to copy the text so that we had no excuse that we hadn't read it. Effectively, we were signing away all our rights, which seemed fairly typical in the "sue at all costs" culture. We watched a video that spelled out the fact that we were signing away our rights, followed by a five minute training session spelling out the rules, dos and don'ts of the jump, and the position we should adopt as soon as we leave the aircraft.
The training was really minimal. In contrast, about 28 years ago I did some parachute jumps back in the UK, and the training for that lasted a day and a half over a weekend. However, that was a case of going over the process time and time again, with lots of dummy jumps off a platform. Those parachute jumps were static line jumps; once I left the aircraft I was on my own until I hit the ground, so everything was drummed into me so that it would become automatic. The sky-dive we were about to do was in tandem; we had an instructor strapped to our backs.
Once all the paperwork had been completed, our assigned instructors took us through to a room to get kitted out. My instructor was Kevin, a witty, loud chap who tried the wind up routine just to ease any tensions. It was easy to establish banter with him, and once he knew I had jumped before, it seemed to relax him too. I emptied my pockets into an individual storage locker, donned a jump suit, and had an harness attached to me by Kevin, who explained exactly what he was doing, and how and why he would further tighten and loosen the straps during the flight and jump. I wasn't nervous since I knew what to expect. Kevin had jumped out of helicopters and a hot air balloon before; he wasn't keen on the latter. Indeed, despite all the flights he had done in conjunction with jumps, he always felt slightly nervous about the mode of getting to altitude, but all that disappeared once he was free of the craft, and hurtling towards the ground. I suppose then you have total control and are not reliant on a craft or its pilot.
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There was no hanging about on the airport apron, the plane was launched at the runway and in next to no time we were airborne. It took us a good 15 minutes to make the climb. That was fast due to the aircraft used, a New Zealand built plane, designed specifically to carry sky-divers to high altitude in hot conditions. It was the best of its breed.
Las Vegas Strip in the Distance |
Harness straps were constantly being adjusted and final instructions issued before the big moment. The green light came on indicating we were over the jump zone, and the sliding door at the side of the plane was opened. The noise from he rush of air was deafening.
Immediately, a girl and her instructor slid to the open doorway, sat with their feet dangling over the side for a second, and were gone.
Bye-bye Plane |
As soon as they had departed, Kevin prodded me to slide to the open doorway. I slung my feet over the side, angled my head back, and put my arms on my chest, ready for the launch. Before I had time to think, we were weightless and falling through the air.
We Sure are Falling a Long Way Down |
It was only a second or two before I felt the tap on my shoulder to tell me to hold my arms out, and then we were falling through the air in the classic sky-dive position. It was a relief to be in this stable position, and an exhilarating first time experience. I could not resist the temptation to look straight down, even though we were instructed not to do so. The instructor's remedy for this was to pull my chin up.
As Free as a Bird |
The noisy rush of air flowing past me, the pressure of the wind on my face and body, the slight breathlessness, were all new experiences to me, but I enjoyed it all. For good measure, Kevin put us into a spin for a few revolutions.
Then it all came to an end. I felt a jolt, not as extreme as I thought it would be, and our bodies swung into a vertical position as we continued our descent by parachute.
The silence, after the noisy rush of air during freefall, was profound. Kevin passed control of the parachute over to me for a while, allowing me to steer and rotate the chute. It was a relaxing descent during which I could take in my surroundings; the airstrip below and the golf course alongside it.
Circling Above the Golf Course with the Parachute Open |
Kevin and I Safely Down |
Hoover Dam and Lake Mead from the Air |
Looking Up Hoover Dam from the Ventilation Grill Half way Up |
Stairway to Heaven in the Dam Wall |
The ambient lighting was early evening. I was still amazed at how well the illusion worked, and the concept of time had been flipped over. We sat by the canal enjoying a meal while gondolas glided past us, with the gondoliers serenading passengers with Italian operatic songs. Above us was a blue sky dotted with a few cotton wool clouds, and the air was refreshingly cool. Here it was eternally 7pm; in reality, outside it was 11pm, dark and still in the 90s.
Inside the Venetian Hotel |
Today had been a memorable day.