“Ya, those would be the ones to hit up if you were to heli-ski while you’re down here.”
“Really? Thanks for the tip.”
I needed to talk about something else to hide the fact that my legs were shaking wildly as our plane bobbed and weaved upwards. All of a sudden the plane dipped and sent all six of the passengers floating a foot above the floor and my stomach into my mouth. I whipped my head around to check out if we even had a competent pilot…only to discover that he had a parachute over his shoulders too. That gave me tons of confidence. Megan was sitting next to me, equally terrified but with a smile on her face. A kiwi named Brian sat behind me; he helped me scout potential ski lines while hooking up our tandem harness.
Before I knew it, we were tumbling through the sky with the plane growing smaller above us. Skydiving is a rush. The adrenaline hits you like a brick in the stomach and you feel the tingle in your fingers and toes immediately. I’m pretty sure I yelled at the top of my lungs until Brian pulled the chute at 5000’. After a 35 second freefall, it took us a few minutes to float to the ground. The southern alps provided a picturesque panorama view for the ride down. Megan and I saw each other halfway down and could only laugh.
By far one of the most exciting 20 minutes of my life. I was starting to regret not getting another guy to video our jump…but the $199 extra could be spent on other adventures.