Irony, no?
We took a little drive to Orange, Virginia this weekend to watch my brother skydive. It's a recent
hobby pasttime addiction of his to strap a very small parachute to his back and go up in an airplane that the pilot described as a
piece of shit and then jump out of said airplane, although, I suppose you could argue that exiting the plane is the smartest part of this activity based on the information above.
It really is strange watching people fall out of the sky. I wasn't one of them.
As far as spectator sports go, this isn't a great one. You sit around a long time. Then a bunch of people walk over to an airplane. Sometimes it starts, sometimes it breaks down and you all have to wait for about an hour to try and restart it, then, they make the pilot wear a parachute on the way up, you know, just in case, then a bunch of crazy people pile on and you can hear a plane circling above you for about twenty minutes and then all of the sudden, people start falling to the ground. Most of them attached to pretty bright colored parachutes.
Corey landing. Noah had fun, he rode around on Grandpa Bob's shoulders for awhile. And then he played with cups.
All in all, it was a nice day out in the Virginia countryside under blue skies and sunshine.