Skydiving: another season comes and goes.

Fall has come and gone. The last few vibrant leaves cling to the trees as a crisp wind blows past.  For many this marks the end of our skydiving season. Some of us crazy people will visit the one dropzone that stays open all winter in the off season, but this is generally the end.

I find I am reflective at this time of the year.  It was only September 2014 that marked my first ever skydive that swept me up into this sport that my father loved so much and I never looked back.

People often ask me why I started skydiving and I respond with “well my Dad was a skydiver before he passed, so I had always meant to try it.” But now, I am a skydiver too and it is such an awesome community of people. They are people from every walk of life, of every age and every personality. It has been an amazing ride so far, so cheers to next year.

Some of the highlights of this year after setting goals earlier in the season:

Finishing the season with 152 jumps!

Hitting 100 jumps earlier this year and doing a wingsuit rodeo (where you sit on top of a wingsuiter) to celebrate

Jumped with my Mom’s first tandem and landing a few miles away, taking a 20 minute walk through a hay field, getting picked up by a local and driven back to the dropzone…but that is a story for another post.

Going to my first real boogie at Skydive Chicago.

Finally starting to get this sitfly thing! And taking docks.

GLITTER JUMP! Yay, I am still a girly-girl.

Seeing my guy start and continue to learn to skydive!

Starting to learn head down. Well, I am not very good yet, but pretty proud of this since I don’t use the tunnel.

Realizing I still have a lot to learn, but looking forward to next season!