...at least for me.
My husband was thoughtful enough to plan a short weekend getaway to Las Vegas for my birthday. We saw La Reve (beautiful and touching, highly recommend) and Hypnosis Gone Wild (disappointingly mild and bland, do not recommend unless you have people without inhibitions onstage) before going skydiving in the morning with Sky Dive Las Vegas.
My goodness.
After we suited up, we were flown 2 miles into the air in a rickety plane literally held together with duct tape. We received approximately 20 minutes of instruction via video, and did not have the opportunity to practice any of the moves (i.e. the "banana," tucking our legs under the plane -which we apparently had to do to avoid being chopped up by the propeller!-, etc.).
My husband was strapped to his instructor first (tandem jump), and they hovered half-inside, half-outside the plane, 2 miles up as the instructor told him he'd be counting up to three before going. He counted, "ONE..." and then jumped! :Q
I went out next, and the first few seconds were pretty exhilerating. The free fall only lasted 10-15 seconds before the parachute was pulled (it opened without a hitch, thank goodness), but that's when things started getting ugly.
The instructor yelled that we weren't going down because I didn't weigh enough. In fact, we kept floating higher and higher, and I was beginning to get nervous because there were other planes flying around us at various altitudes. At one point, the instructor made the decision to "spiral us down"... and holy crap, did I get sick!
I managed to keep from ejecting the contents of my stomach onto the instructor, but immediately collapsed upon our descent (a good five minutes of solid spiralling in a dizzying manner down, down, down... the ground coming at you while spinning madly is not an experience I would recommend to anyone!) and was queasy for a good four hours afterwards.
Long story short, my husband really enjoyed the experience but I will NEVER repeat it again. Ever, ever, ever. I'm happy staying on the ground, preferably at a pai gow poker table.
My husband was thoughtful enough to plan a short weekend getaway to Las Vegas for my birthday. We saw La Reve (beautiful and touching, highly recommend) and Hypnosis Gone Wild (disappointingly mild and bland, do not recommend unless you have people without inhibitions onstage) before going skydiving in the morning with Sky Dive Las Vegas.
My goodness.
After we suited up, we were flown 2 miles into the air in a rickety plane literally held together with duct tape. We received approximately 20 minutes of instruction via video, and did not have the opportunity to practice any of the moves (i.e. the "banana," tucking our legs under the plane -which we apparently had to do to avoid being chopped up by the propeller!-, etc.).
My husband was strapped to his instructor first (tandem jump), and they hovered half-inside, half-outside the plane, 2 miles up as the instructor told him he'd be counting up to three before going. He counted, "ONE..." and then jumped! :Q
I went out next, and the first few seconds were pretty exhilerating. The free fall only lasted 10-15 seconds before the parachute was pulled (it opened without a hitch, thank goodness), but that's when things started getting ugly.
The instructor yelled that we weren't going down because I didn't weigh enough. In fact, we kept floating higher and higher, and I was beginning to get nervous because there were other planes flying around us at various altitudes. At one point, the instructor made the decision to "spiral us down"... and holy crap, did I get sick!
I managed to keep from ejecting the contents of my stomach onto the instructor, but immediately collapsed upon our descent (a good five minutes of solid spiralling in a dizzying manner down, down, down... the ground coming at you while spinning madly is not an experience I would recommend to anyone!) and was queasy for a good four hours afterwards.
Long story short, my husband really enjoyed the experience but I will NEVER repeat it again. Ever, ever, ever. I'm happy staying on the ground, preferably at a pai gow poker table.
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