I joked with the Swing guys a bit -- this was part of their job, making me comfy and all. The nice man attached my carabiner clip to the swing apparatus and said I was attached. I said, "Are you sure?" He said yes. I said, "Do you swear to G-d that I'm attached?" He said that swearing to G-d doesn't mean anything for him, but that he'd swear "to beer." I looked at him and decided this was the most serious oath he could take. I must be attached.
All things considered, it did not take me a long time to actually jump. I stood at the edge of the platform getting really nervous, but since I somehow knew I was going to do this, I just did it. As I was rushing down toward the canyon (hi mom), my exact thought was, "Holy shit, this is fun!"
They hauled me back up, and I was shaking like a leaf. All things considered, I did not want to go again, but was really pleased to have done this once. (Photographic evidence will be purchased at an outrageous price tomorrow, and posted upon my return.)
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I love it...Thanks for taking us along on your vacation. I've never been there, so I am truly enjoying your journal. Thanks again, and have FUN!!!!!!
Atta girl! You're so BRAVE! So how long do you think it actually lasted, from drop to haul-back-up? And how much does it cost to put your life into danger? Hmmm?
It cost NZ$109 (they priced it that way 'cause of the distance). US price is roughly 2/3 of that. Second and subsequent jumps (for those so inclined) were WAY cheaper. $35 and $25, IIRC. As for time, I couldn't say. I read that you freefall for the first 60 meters, so we could work that bit out with elementary physics -- but after that the "swing" part kicks in and you go the rest of the distance in a "gentle arc." I'd estimate the whole thing at a minute, but it was hard to tell.
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