After two long years (with a 10 month hiatus in between), Bear and I have received our A licenses at last. It’s been a long journey, but completely and utterly worth it.
I jump out of perfectly good airplanes.
In which I review Beyond Heaving Bosoms by Sarah Wendell and Candy Tan, as well as 13 Little Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson.
Indoor skydiving can really take it out of a girl.
As seems to be the tradition since I’ve reached “adulthood,” my natality seems to be a week-long celebration.
In which Bear finally has an off-landing and earns a tree-related nickname.
I understand now why inexperienced jumpers such as myself shouldn’t fly canopies when it’s gusting so strongly
When I was in junior high, my 7th grade algebra teacher Mr. Friedman formed what he called The Adventure Club (for which I drew a lot of cartoons and flyers and posterboards). It basically meant taking a bunch of 12-and-13-year-old kids on trips that often involved us shooting things at each other.
Five more jumps before I get my A license!
After a 10 month hiatus and a June so soggy it made it impossible to jump, I am back at the dropzone. The skies are blue, the sun is shining, there is nary a cloud in the sky… …and the winds are gusting over 18mph. Which means I cannot skydive. I must have angered the weather gods in a past life. There is no other explanation for this. They hate me. Grrrr.
Today in New York it is a beautiful and spring-like 65 degrees. And once the weather turns warm, my mind instantly turns to one question: When does skydiving season begin again? I know it’s bound to turn cold again soon and last year when Bear and I started to learn to jump, it was too tempestuous and cold to really, truly go continually until the end of May. Still…it is absolutely gorgeous outside and I […]