A great morning in Paradise…

Wednesday, April 29, 2010

Aaron, Alfonso, and Jose are the first to arrive here at the North Shores of Oahu. Aaron and Jose got in too late to get their couches squared away at the DZ, so they did like any skydiver would do; they slept on the beach completely unaware of the crackheads and Ice users camped just a few yards away.

Arriving at my beach house (rented for the week), I’m surprised to find Aaron and Jose at the DZ where we hang a bit with the folks there. As usual, Blossom is her usual effervescent self, and between she and Mary Hinshaw, it’s like I’ve been at this DZ for years.

I’m looking forward to this wingsuit weekend; it marks my fifth anniversary in skydiving. Not many years, not by a long stretch. But this is where it all began with Jonny and Clarence five years ago to the day.

The Caravan wasn’t flying this morning as it was undergoing routine maintenance, and we didn’t want to jump the 206, not really. However, the three amigos did a quick jump from 8K later in the day.

Rockdiving in Waimea

We started out the morning by heading to Waimea, where we decided to do a little rock-diving from about 20 feet up. Damn, that was fun. Jose, Aaron, and Alfonso did a little three way thing from the rock.

As we climbed up to the rock, there was a small group of military guys ahead of us. They were milling around, daring each other to jump. None of them jumped, they merely stood there gawking.

Aaron, Jose, and Alfonso went ahead of me, jumping in feet-first like everyone else. I had to be the hot sh** and do the swan dive thing, going head first. It was kinda stupid, because there was no way to accurately gauge the depth of the water, because the tide was coming in. The ebb and flow caused the water to range from 8’ to 12’ deep.

While I was swimming in to shore, the metaphor struck me;
There are those in life that dive into the unknown headfirst, not heeding common sense but caught in the passion of the moment.

There are those that are somewhat more conservative that arrive at life’s destinations feet-first, but with no less excitement (even if with less passion).

There are those that never jump, but simply stand around talking about “what I’m gonna do someday.”

When we left the rock approximately an hour later, the military guys were still standing on the top of the rock, arguing about who should go first.
Oy.  Spending so much time planning and fearing vs assessing and doing….I’d rather just walk down off the rock and realize that I’d taken an unwanted detour in life. Still yet, I’d rather just “git er’ done” and move on to the next thing.

Enough of the psychological babble….

We planted the Flock University flag on the beach, and played around a bit with the crabs and watched the monster turtles. Yep…this is a hard life. But someone has to enjoy these things, right?

Flock University invades Hawaii
Planting the flag on North Shore

Tomorrow, most of the rest of the crew arrives at the DZ and we’ll be in full swing with the course and record attempt minutiae. And I’ll have something (hopefully) more meaningful and interesting to report.


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I've been a successful sales manager, musician, film/video professional, instructional designer, and skydiver. Picked up a few pieces of gold, brass, titanium, and tin along the way. This blog is where I spill my guts about how I'm feeling at any given moment, and maybe a blurb or two about what's happening in the sales, video, or skydiving worlds.

One thought on “A great morning in Paradise…”

  1. Hi Spot
    Love the photo of you swan-diving! ‘Git er dun’, to be sure :).
    Glad life is treating you so well. You were never one to sit back and watch. Here’s to swan diving in to the unknown!

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