Want to go skydiving soon-ish for first time. Get me pumped !!!
Most Helpful Girl
Yr in utah, right? There's a groupon deal for skydiving in Canyonlands for $118 total, if you buy it today. (It's $133, minus another $15 with the code TAKEOFF)
I mean, that's just a starting point -- simple google search. You could probably knock a bit more off that by poking around the net a little more, depending on how much time you really want to spend doing that.
Tbh I found tandem jumping a bit... underwhelming, when I did it. But, I suppose it's something everyone should try to do at some point, especially for a price like that.
If you weigh more than 200 pounds, you should check that particular company's FAQ. Some of those companies will have weight cutoffs where you have to exit the plane at a lower altitude (or just won't let you go at all, although that's normally at least 250 or 300 lb cutoff).1
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You get to jump into an open sky, far larger than you could've ever imagined it from the ground. And for several tens of seconds, perhaps even a couple of minutes, time slows to a crawl as adrenaline scorches a line from your kidneys to your stomach.
You are high enough where you would die instantly if anything fails, your fore-brain tells you.
You are falling very fast and balance is a mystery, your hind brain tells you.
You scream and howl into the atmosphere, your voice fading as the rush of air -- moving at terminal velocity -- shrieks in your ears.
Your skin is numb from the speed at which you're falling.
And then... *JUMPSHOCK!!* An invisible hand reaches down to grab you by the shoulders and waist, pulling you sharply from your fall, hard enough to take your breath away.
The wind dies down and you realize that you can feel the blood pumping through your veins. You can almost hear the capillaries in your ears throbbing.
The instructor behind you tells you to look up and you do, seeing a oh-so-too-small canopy of fabric 15 feet or so above you. Your safety net, your fore-brain tells you. We're still falling, your hind brain tells you.
For an eternity, you look around, feeling almost weightless as you drift down towards the ground. Odd... the ground doesn't seem to be moving as fast as your hind brain is telling you it is. You dimly recall from the briefing before hand that you will be falling at 5-8 feet per-second. Its amazing how slow that its, despite the fact that its just under the speed limit in a school zone, fast as an Olympic sprinter in the 50-meter dash.
Then, as you dip just low enough to see the details of the trees that may be around you, you realize that the ground is coming up far faster than it did before. There's motion behind you and you start moving faster forwards, as if a sail was propelling you.
... and there is! The instructor has pulled the slip and you coast down into a running stop. Legs shaking, heart pumping, glad to be on solid ground once more. You realize you are breathing fast and your heart hasn't quite slowed down yet. You still feel numb, but underneath the haze of adrenaline, there's an undercurrent of excitement.
I WANNA DO THAT AGAIN!!
That's jumping in a nutshell.1