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My First AFF Skydive!

The post two days ago told the tale of the first time I (and my new girlfriend) jumped out of an airplane, and the post yesterday was about the second skydive.

Both those jumps were tandem jumps. We were securely attached to professional Tandem Master skydivers who did all the work. We were basically just along for the ride. I’d say it was the ultimate “E” ticket, but only old-time patrons of Disneyworld would know what that means. Suffice to say it’s the coolest carnival ride you can imagine. And after you’ve jumped out of an airplane a few times, even the wildest roller coasters seem a bit tame.

As I mentioned in the first tale, when they saw how much we loved jumping they immediately began whispering in our ears, “AFF. AFF.” When we came back for another, the whispering got louder!

AFF: Accelerated Free Fall

CN and I returned to Hutch for the third (and certainly not last) time on September 6 (1997).  This time we were taking the next step: beginning our skydiving training by taking the Accelerated Free Fall (AFF) course.  This is one of the two main ways one can learn to skydive (the other is Static Line).

The difference is that in AFF you jump alone (although experts jump with you) and are responsible for pulling your own ripcord. With Static Line as cable is attached between you and the plane, and that cable pulls your ripcord. AFF sounded much more fun to us, and Hutch didn’t teach Static Line anyway.

The first part of AFF is a day-long classroom session that prepares you for the really stunning part of the course: jumping out of an airplane.  Not just once, but at least seven times! Each of those seven jumps involves one or more tasks you must accomplish to pass the jump. If you fail (and live), you have to repeat the jump until you get it right.

If you start your class in the morning, and if the weather is good, you can get that first jump in the same day. Each of the next six steps requires a bit of training, so those jumps usually take place over a matter of days or weeks, depending on your schedule, the weather and the schedule at the drop zone.

AFF Level 1

Well, here I am in free fall again.  This time, I’m not attached to anyone, but I do have a couple of experts along for the ride (and holding on to me).  That’s Rob on the left, and Tim (Drop Zone co-owner) on the right (Tim’s the one sticking his tongue out at the camera). One of the things you learn and practice on the ground is the exit procedure that allows all three of you to exit the aircraft together.

All you have to do on this first jump is three Practice Rip Cord Pulls (PRCPs). This is a move where you go through the motions of pulling your ripcord, but don’t actually do it. It’s designed to demonstrate that you have your wits about you and can pull it for real when the time comes. Once you complete the PRCPs, you just enjoy the ride until you’re at 4,500 feet when you pull for real.

With regard to “ripcords” very few skydivers actually use a ripcord. Most sport jumpers have a pilot chute on a long piece of webbing that they throw out to the side. The wind catches the pilot chute (big time!), and it is the pilot chute pulling on the rig mechanism that actually releases and starts to deploy your parachute. However at the time I did my AFF, Hutch used ripcord-based rigs. Part of graduating out of AFF and into regular rigs involves learning how to toss out the pilot chute.

Pull!

And out comes the chute.  Rob lets go the instant I do that; you can see that he’s no longer holding on to me.  If you look closely (click on the pictures for a bigger version), you can see the ripcord in my right hand. One element of this is that you need to remember to hang onto it; they charge you for a new one if you drop it. I love this picture. Brian (the camera man) caught the exact moment the chute’s bag leaps out of the rig and begins to deploy!

Tim sticks with me until the chute actually pulls me out of his hands.  This is to insure that all goes well.  If I had some sort of malfunction, he’d be there to help. Another reason for the guys sticking with you is in case you freak out. I’ve seen video of first time jumpers who started flailing about, or went fetal. Then the instructors really have their work cut out for them (part of their training involves learning to deal with such cases).

Of course, once my chute does open, I’m on my own until I reach the ground.  But I do have a radio, so they can talk to me and help me land safely. You are responsible for a couple of things, though. First, once your chute deploys, you need to check to make sure it deployed correctly. If not, you need to deploy your reserve chute (and, of course, then check that one). Second, you need to fly yourself back to the drop zone and set up for landing. This is where the radio comes into play. Assuming it’s working. Assuming you can hear it clearly. Those aren’t always givens!

As you can see, I landed safely and without problems! That’s me on the left and my instructor, Tim, on the right.

If CN and I thought the tandem jump was amazing, this was several orders of magnitude beyond amazing. We were hooked, but good. Eventually we both passed our AFF training and got our baby skydiver’s license. We even ended up buying our own rigs, which meant only paying for the (half) plane ride.

Sadly, the 90-minute drive combined with a new marriage and life in general made it impossible for us to continue with the sport. Eventually we had to give it up, but it will always be one of the greatest times of my life (both the skydiving and the marriage).

In the end, I made only 50 jumps total (including the tandem jumps and the AFF jumps). That may sound like a lot to someone who’s never tried it, but those in the sport make thousands of jumps. Watching experienced skydivers play in the sky is really a treat. That 100+ MPH wind allows all kinds of interesting acrobatics! To this day, when the sky is clear, I still look up and wish I was still jumping.


My Second Skydive!

Yesterday I told the tale of my first skydive with then new girlfriend (and now ex-wife). We both loved our first jump so much we came back a week later for second jump.  I wrote the original version of these stories about a year later. The versions here have been slightly revised to fill in some details, obfuscate some names and improve (I hope) the quality of the writing.

So sit right down and you’ll read a tale, a tale of a fateful trip. (And ironically, for those who caught the reference, the round-trip driving time to Hutch is about three hours.)

Tandem Jump #2

So, on August 16, 1997, (our official one-month anniversary of our first meeting) CN and I again made the 90 mile drive to Skydive Hutchinson.  This time the weather was much nicer.  On our first jump, clouds had moved in during the day, so we were only able to get up to 7500 feet.  This time we would get our full 10,000 feet, the normal jump-off altitude!

And this time, I would be the star of the video.  Last time we’d flipped a coin, and CN won, so she was the focus of the video.  We determined that when we returned, it would be my turn.

Little did I know, I was in for more than my money’s worth this time!  It turned out that my Tandem Master, Kerry, would have to ditch our main chute and go for the reserve, so I kinda got two skydives in one!

Bye-bye!

There goes CN with Tandem Master Shawn, on her second exit from a “perfectly good airplane.”  Shawn also has become one of our treasured skydiving pals.  A font of information and good times.  Little did we know this first week how much John and Shawn would change our lives.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

And here I come!  This time I’m attached to Kerry.  And again, our incredible camera man, John A, captures the plane leaving us behind.

John is a truly incredible skydiver, and one of our main teachers in the sport.  Over the months, as we’ve struggled, he’s seen us grow and learn and also become one of our favorite skydiving friends.

Hey, Look at ME!

Falling through the air at about 120 miles per hour is beyond any experience you can imagine.  Nothing I’ve ever experienced comes close.  In the five or six seconds, you go from 0 to 120 miles per hour.  After that, your speed is constant, so you feel no sense of falling at all.  Just flying with a 120 mile per hour wind coming up from the ground at you.

Which, incidentally, any time you see skydivers in the movies or TV talking during free fall…  Forget about it.  That 120 MPH wind makes conversation impossible.  Any communication is done with hand signals (or taps or tugs on your body if in physical contact).  You could maybe pull it off by screaming directly into somebody’s ear, but not otherwise.  A good example of It’s Totally Not This Way is the skydive in Point Break.

Sproing!

Chute’s out, but wait!  Something isn’t quite right.  The slider didn’t come all the way down the lines. The chute was sort of flyable, and Kerry considered riding it down, but being the crazy guy he is, decided a cut-away would be more fun.

All he said to me was, “Are you ready to arch again?” (Arching, putting your body in a backwards-bow, is what you do when you’re falling belly down. It’s the stable position for basic free fall.)

I said, “Sure…”

And then the floor vanished under us!  TOO COOL!!  Two free falls for the price of one.

When Shawn told CN, “See that yellow ‘chute over there? That’s their reserve,” CN knew at once I was having a GREAT time!  And she was completely right!

To make it more obvious that a skydiver has deployed their reserve chute, those chutes are usually solid white or (in the case of tandem rigs, yellow).

Thumbs Up!

Here I am back on the ground with Kerry.  You can see the yellow reserve chute on the ground behind us.  Kerry joked to the camera that I’d asked what all the handles on his rig were for, so he decided he’d show me.

Because of the extra free fall due to cutting away the main chute, we didn’t make it back to the drop zone’s landing area.  We are, in fact, standing in a farmer’s field.  The drop zone, and the airport it abuts, are surrounded by soybean and corn fields.  The farmers are used to the occasional off-target landing.

John followed us down and landed in the same field, so I got my terra firma picture, but CN’s off at the drop zone.  (Amazingly, on the video, you can watch John fly to and grab the tandem reserve’s free bag out of the air!  Quite a stunt, and it saved trying to find that small piece of somewhat expensive gear.)


My First Skydive!

Walking to the plane, the plane!The next several posts are trips down memorex lane. They recall one of the most exciting times of my life. I’d just started an incredible relationship with a girlfriend who later became my first (and so far only) wife. That the marriage didn’t last but a small handful of years and that we’ve been divorced at least twice as many years doesn’t at all detract from the wonder of joy of those early years.

It was in that setting that I (we) tried skydiving for the first time and fell (pun definitely intended) in love with it. These posts (which were first written back then and have since been slightly revised) are about those experiences.

Tandem Jump #1

I’ve wanted to try skydiving since my teens.  I love adventures and trying new things, and I also love flying and airplanes.  Over the years I met several skydivers; they all just increased my desire to take the (literal) plunge.  When my girlfriend (later fiancée, later wife, later ex-wife) mentioned that she and her girlfriends planned to try it, I jumped at the chance to join them.  Here’s the story of that first jump; it was written about a year afterwards.

Going to the Drop Zone

On August 9, 1997, CN and I made a 90 mile drive to a strange and wonderful place, called Skydive Hutchinson.  We didn’t realize then that this would change our lives forever!  Since that first day, we’ve made that drive many more times, and have come to love the place called “Hutch.”  But at the time it was all very new and strange.

[NOTE: Not long ago I tried to visit their website for the first time in years only to discover they've closed up shop after 12 "successful and wonderful" years.  I can well imagine they've retired at this point.]

Upon our arrival, we were greeted warmly by Rose, co-owner of Hutch.  First, we watched a video about Tandem skydiving.  The video warns you in no uncertain terms that skydiving is DANGEROUS!  It has been made as safe as possible, but make no mistake, there is some risk.

About Tandem Skydiving: The idea is that you’re strapped to a specially trained, very experienced skydiver who does all the work and is responsible for saving your (and their) ass.  (Skydivers have a saying, “When you exit the aircraft, you’re dead.  It’s up to you to save your own life.”)

After the video, we signed a waiver stating that we understood and accepted the risk.  For what it’s worth, Skydive Hutchinson has an outstanding safety record.  They are extremely safety conscious and professional!  I have never had the least reservation about jumping there, and you couldn’t find a greater bunch of folks.

With the formalities out of the way, we were fitted into jump suits and given the small amount of necessary training: how to hold our body, how to sit in the door of the plane and a few other important things we needed to know.  It’s actually quite simple; anyone can do it… if you’ve got the right stuff!

And finally we boarded the small plane and flew to altitude.  Then, they opened the door and……

Bye-bye!

There I go!  My very first jump out of a perfectly good airplane.  But I’m securely attached to Larry, one of the Tandem Masters at Hutch.  You’ll see a better picture of him once we make it back to the ground.  (Circled in red, you can see the drop zone, which is about two miles below us…  we were at 10,000 feet altitude.)

It’s difficult to explain the experience of jumping out of a plane.  The first time it really hits you is when they open the door!  Not many of us, normally, are in a flying airplane with a door open.

Actually, the very first time it hits you is when you’re in the plane and it lifts off the runway.  That’s when you think to yourself, “My God! I’m going to jump out of this thing!!” But when they actually open the door “at altitude” then it really hits you. You lean over and look out the open door, your eyes get big and your heart starts pounding (as if it wasn’t already).

Leap Of Faith!

And here comes CN right behind.  She’s strapped to Tandem Master Shawn, an outstanding skydiver we’ve gotten to know in the past year.  He’s helped us learn a lot during our training.

(He was my coach on my first two-way jumps, but that’s a story for later.)

One thing I love about that picture is the plane in the background.  In the later pictures, you can see it getting further and further away.  “Hey, there goes our ride!”

“Oh, well, guess we’ll just have to get down on our own.”

This is Great!

Here she is in the classic “box man” position falling through the air with the greatest of ease!  Looks like she’s having fun, eh? On the video, you can read her lips as she screams, “This is GREAT!”

And all too soon, the free fall fun is over, and you have to open your chute. Once you exit the airplane, it takes you about 10 seconds to fall the first 1000 feet. During that time you’re going from zero to roughly 100 MPH (downwards!). After that, you fall at the rate of about 1000 feet every six seconds.

But once you open your chute (and assuming it opens!) there comes several minutes of a whole different (much calmer) kind of flying: Flying under canopy.  This is almost as much fun as free falling.  It’s almost like being a bird.

Under Canopy

You have time to look around and enjoy the scenery from up on high.

They knew we were a couple, so our Tandem Masters flew us in close formation and even did a few spirals around each other.  It looks great on the video; the two of us (and our pilots) just flying around without a care. (And, by the way, if you do ever try skydiving, be sure to get the video/picture package. You will want those images to remember and savor!)

But ultimately gravity wins (modern sport parachutes are just gliders), and you return to earth’s firm embrace.  That’s CN and Shawn in the lead with me and Larry following up and behind.

Back on the Ground

Do we look stoked? We were!!  The long wait was well worth it.  Our lives changed forever this day.  We originally thought this skydive would be a once in a lifetime thing; an event to check off our list of things to do.  Little did we know we’d be taking up skydiving as our favorite sport!

Here we are back on terra firma with our Tandem Masters, Larry and Shawn.  What an incredible, unforgettable experience.  We liked it so much, we immediately signed up to do it again in a week.  And Larry must have guessed we were totally hooked, because every time he walked past me, he whispered, “AFF, AFF, AFF.”

What is this “AFF” you ask? It stands for Accelerated Free Fall (instruction), and it (at the time) was one way you learn to skydive on your own.  CN and I both took the training and earned our “baby skydiver” licenses.

But that’s another story.  The next tale in the story is about our second (tandem) skydive.

I close with my favorite skydiver saying:

If riding in an airplane is “flying,” then riding in a boat is “swimming.”
 To experience the element, get out of the vehicle!

The Night of Bruce Springsteen

This is an account of one of those perfect events when all the stars align and things go your way. That doesn’t happen very often (at least for me), so it’s worth remembering. And recording.

So throw on a Bruce Springsteen album (yes, ‘album,’ damnit), grab a beer (or whatever) and join me in a little trip down Memorex lane.

[cue wavy time fade effects…]

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