I
awoke an hour before the alarm clock rang out and did not waste anytime thinking wether to start the day or not. We
ran off to a park, or what was left of it anyways, that had several overgrown
slack line stations. The park had been barely used and the lines themselves
removed but the mounting posts remained. After several failed tries to set up
the slack line Tiara finally got it and demonstrated. As I watched her I
remembered pictures of her healing knees after a double knee surgery she had
not too long ago. I was thoroughly impressed. The technique in walking the
slack line put a lot of stress on the knees and she was making it look so easy.
I was wrong in thinking that I was going to do it as effortlessly as she. The
moment both feet left the ground and transferred weight to the slack line I
knew I was in for a challenge. Just getting the balance to stand still was an
effort! All of my lower body and core was being used to try to keep my balance.
It was a killer workout. I was finally able to stand in one place, and within a
few tries Tiara made it across the almost 20’ span. I made it to 3 steps and
called it a day, reminding myself to try to add this to my workout routine to
improve balance. That would be something else I you could throw a roundhouse
standing up on that 1” wide slack line. Would make for some killer kicks when
you find yourself back on the ground.
The
little workout built up a bit of an appetite and we had a small breakfast
before going to the main event of the day. I made sure not to stuff myself for
my next adventure. Back out of town we rode passed the river and canyon walls
to the flats that surrounded Moab on the outskirts. Back the way that I came
into town passing the red walls that once more brought goose bumps to the back
of my neck and arms. We were heading back to the airport that I had passed up
just the day before. I could not pass up the opportunity to skydive for the
first time in a beautiful place like this. I have no fear of heights and very
little fear for anything to begin with and have always wanted to skydive ever
since being a kid. My heart was racing not at the fact that I was about fall
from 10,000 ft but at the fact that I was going to finally scratch this
adventure off the list. I signed all the necessary paperwork and watched the
instructional video and could not wait to be airborne. Looking around at my
surroundings I couldn’t help but compare it to the Movie “Point Break”. There
was another person that was jumping with me, a smaller older woman who mention
that her grandkids were going to go crazy after seeing that she had done this.
Her excitement was infectious. I met my tandem skydiver Kevin and asked that he
try to scare the shit out of me while up there. “Do something that would get
you fired!” I told him as we walked back from watching the previous group land.
There was another gentleman walking back with us. “Well I am glad I was here
for that conversation, because I am his boss!” Opps, I had no idea. Kevin still
gave me a wink and a nod agreeing to take my advice regardless of his
supervisors reaction.
The
plane landed shortly after the previous skydivers did and rolled down the
runway turning around between the hangars to position itself for the next take
off. The pilot killed the engines as we took a few pictures. “I have just
barely enough fuel for this next jump! Should we fill up?” “Naw… we should be
good” Kevin hollered back at the pilot. If he was telling the truth I got even
more excited. What would be more exciting than to have to jump out of an
airplane not because you have made it to the appropriate altitude, but because
the plane had run out of fuel and a deadly crash was imminent? As I approached
the aircraft I brushed my hand along the edge of the wing. The aluminum was
soiled with rivets and was far from smooth. “At least there are no bullet holes
in her.” I thought to myself. It was basically a tin can with wings, wheels,
and an engine. Its cargo was the meaty inside of the plane comprised of 4
jumpers and the pilot. The inside of the plane did not look any better than the
outside and I loved it. The closer you can bring me to death the more alive I
will feel. We huddled in and the engines started with a sputter. The vibration
of the engine transferred to every part of the feather light body of the
airplane. Made one turn to the runway and were off the ground in no time.
Every
little patch of rising air or gust wind felt like it had more control over the
vessel than the pilot himself. It would jerk and wobble, rise and fall no
matter how steady the captain held the course. The higher up we got the less
dimensional the environment became. The flats, canyon walls, arches, and
everything else that makes up Moab very quickly became a flat 2 dimensional
portrait. The tanned hide color of the ground and soft blue of the sky came to
meet at he horizon complimented each other very. The two jumpers ganged up on
the older woman and cracked jokes, all of which only added to the excitement
and jolliness of the atmosphere. “Scoot back and sit on his lap and wiggle
downwards so he can strap you in tighter!” She did so without thinking,
catching the other jumper by surprise. He was not expecting her get up on him
and start grinding into his lap like that as he did not hear the command. We
all busted out laughing, as she finally understood what was happening and gave
Kevin a playful slap and joined in with the laughing. I was looking out the
window and suddenly there was a rush of cold air. I had been taken away by the
view of the desert and did not notice how we had already made it to jump
height. The air was cold and sobering, and before I knew it the lady and 1st
jumper were hanging out of the airplane. They said a few last things into the
camera and with two rocks ejected themselves from the tin can. YES! I was so
excited for her more than for myself. I had no fear and the feeling was less
exciting for me than it was for her. I envied what she felt now falling and
just prior looking down just before they broke contact with the plane. We made
our way to the door and I wiggled my legs out onto the 10”x10” aluminum
platform. We had been so high up that there was no fear of falling. I had done
bridge and cliff jumps that where far more frightening than this. There was a
sense of security knowing that you had so much time on the way down to react.
We also hooted and hollered our last bit of anticipated excitement into the
camera, rock twice, and were off.
As
soon as I felt the platform disappear from under me I arched back as hard as I
could, just like the instructor advised. We would back flip off of the plane
and I did everything I could to flip over quickly to see the plane begin to
distance itself from us. I wanted a point of reference so I could gauge how
quickly we had been falling. The view of the red and white plane was
short-lived, and we continued to roll into the free fall position. It was a
half of a second that has burned itself into my memory for the rest of my life.
By the time we made it to our bellies we had been nearly at terminal velocity.
The wind caught my cheeks and made them flap uncontrollably. I smiled because
of it and the smile tightened my cheeks stopping the flapping. Kevin motioned
for me to go into a dive position and we straightened our bodies, tucked our
arms back and shot through the sky like a missile. We picked up speed and ended
up getting ahead of our other jumpers. Just as I began to wish the fall would
last forever I felt the tug of the chute opening and the noise of the rushing
air stopped and it was silent as the chute stopped us from free-fall. The
silence was amazing, just a second ago you couldn’t hear your own voice if you
screamed as loud as you could and now everything was silent except for a faint
flapping of the chute somewhere above us. The silence made you focus on just
your sight and the view was breathtaking. The approaching ground began to show
its many colors and textures. We pulled on the reigns this way and that making
us swing up and over our chute. With every pull the parachute would catapult us
up into the sky again positioning our bodies parallel to the horizon. After a
few twists and turns we began our approaching to the landing zone. I caught our
shadow on the ground directly below several hundred feet before landing. We
came in fast and Kevin pulled up on both reigns bringing us to a near stop. The
landing was perfectly executed and the transition from air to ground was
flawless. He detached me from his harness and I stood there for a second
looking up to where I had just fallen. 10,000 feet up in a tin can and 10,000
down with gravity, it was exhilarating and I promised myself to do it again and
again.
I
made it back to the hangar and gave a big hug to my jumping comrade. The little
woman seemed to disappear in my arms. I hugged my host and was so high on life
I nearly walked off with my harness still on. The ride back to town had me
smiling from ear to ear, I would even chuckle to myself with the thought of
what I have already accomplished and what was still left to do on this trip. It
had hit me that this trip was the most amazing thing I have done in my life and
I couldn’t wait to raise the bar higher on the next one.
After
grabbing some lunch we hiked up a creek to get to a local waterfall. The trial
fallowed the creek and was full of green vegetation. We had to cross the creek
at several spots and one of them had rocks with Native American petroglyphs. In
the past the Natives would be visiting this place to go for a swim and a
settlement wasn’t far fro the water no doubt. No satellites on the night sky,
no contrails during the day, just man and nature living peacefully side by
side. We made it to the falls and it felt like an oasis in the middle of the
desert. Crystal clear water flowed from the red rock ledge tumbling over into a
cool pool below. The pool was nearly completely surrounded by rock walls except
for where the water from the creek continued to flow downstream. I did not
waste any time getting completely submerged in the cool desert pool. The water
rejuvenated my body from the dry air and blistering sun. I could have stayed there
all day but knew that 24 hours does not last forever and I had so much more yet
to do. After several dips and one jump off of the rock ledge into the pool we
continued upstream further into the canyon. The walls closed in on us the
further up we went and you could make out the start of several rock arches
beginning to be formed by the elements. Hiked to a more secluded spot where I
finally let my white Russian ass see some sun. Nude sun bathing in the middle
of a picturesque canyon in the middle of the desert with a waterfall oasis
around the corner, yes it was making for an amazing Moab experience.
Hiked
back down stopping to dip in the creek to cool off and went to go pick up Amir,
one of the guys I met the night before. We had picked up some climbing gear and
drove outside of town about 25 miles or so to Looking Glass rock. From the face
of it just looked like a glob of rock that was in the middle of a flat desert
area. We geared up and it was an easy climb up to the top. Once there we went
through a small keyhole, about 4’x6’ and rappelled down about 120’ feet or so
the opposite side of the rock. Before we did Tiara checked and double-checked
all the ropes, harnesses, and gear. I am so used to winging it but I was glad
that I was being kept in check by the seasoned climbers, I was very confident
in the level of safety. Although on second thought safety makes for a little
less adrenaline. It was still amazing to rappel for the first time outdoors and
have it be such a high drop.
We
all made it to the ground and found ourselves in a large natural stone
amphitheater and stage. The walls rose high up alongside us and eventually
curved over and capped us in with a solid rock ceiling. At the opposite end of
the rock there was a 60’x60’ foot hole that looked out into the desert. We
hiked up the loose sand and rock slope making sure to avoid any rattlesnakes,
as they were common in this area. There was a cliff edge along the walls of the
theatre that we climbed up to. The rope that we used to rappel was looped over
twice and we would use it as a rope swing. We each took turns jumping off the
cliff edge, there is a tiny bit of free-fall before the rope tightens and takes
your weight and you go into the pendulum motion of the swing. As I jumped I
could hear the wind in my ears grow louder to the lowest part of the swing and
grow quite until going silent right before I would turn to swing back in the
direction I jumped from. It was awesome to see this massive rock formation
accelerate to and from me as I swung back and forth. We each took turns jumping
and packed up in a hurry as we were trying to get to the next adventure before
the sun went down.
Rode
back into town and had a quick dinner and headed off to Hell’s Revenge for a
sunset off-road ride. We took a 2004 Toyota Tacoma up there that had several modifications. As soon as we deflated the tires we were on the
trails. This was my hosts day job and she could drive through this treacherous
maze of rock, cliff and canyons with her eyes closed, and backwards (which she
did to scare me). The truck would bounce from side to side and lean up where you
couldn’t see nothing but sky and turn right back down again to dive straight
into rock. The trails had been heavily traveled and tire tracks traced the
contours of the uneven rock formations all around, as it is one of the most
popular off-roading locations in the nation. We stayed on the trails until the
sun went down. The amount of colors that Moab cycles through on a daily basis
is mind-boggling. Every part of the day will have the sun hitting the rocks at
different angles and intensity making for an amazing display. This is
especially the case at sunset. The moon had already made its way out as though
rushing the sun on its way passed the horizon. Just after the sun went down we
stopped at a flat stone where there were dozens of fossilized dinosaur tracks.
This place used to be a wet riverbed or coastline and these creatures roamed
the once lush environment. I reminisced to a day where I dreamed of being a
paleontologist. That giant stood there once and would tower over me, and now
all that was left was a print that I was tracing with my hand.
Riding back to the house I could not help but
smile my most authentic of smiles. I did it! This day was going down into the
record books in my life. I felt like a kid, because I did things that I dreamed
of when I was a kid. I have learned in life that I, and others that I have
spoken to about this topic, am most happy when I tap into that inner kid of
mine and live out how I imagined life would be when I grew up. We get bogged
down with the many things that come with being a responsible adult, shutting
out that part of us that just wants to get out there and have a blast without a
care in the world. I was happy, and I consciously mad a decision to live a life
that allows that kid in me to come out more often and breath, look around with
mischievous eyes, and run off with only my imagination to guide me.