Is it There? Square? Landable?
The Beginning of the End of My Flourishing Career: Is it there? Square? Landable?
Originally published in the August 2011 issue of Blue Skies Magazine.
Remember that one time that skydiving changed my life, I started dating one of my instructors after I graduated, decided I wanted to move to Texas so I could get paid more and thus skydive more, declared my love for the state of Texas, then I decided I didn’t really love Texas all that much and at the ZHills New Years Boogie I decided to quit my job, start my own company and CSC was my first client and holy shit I’m running out of breath because this sentence is the longest sentence in the history of sentences? You don’t? Oh, well let me tell you all about THAT.
Where do I begin? Girl meets skydiving, skydiving changes girls life, girl meets instructor, girl starts dating instructor, girl wants to skydive all the time and chase the sunshine like all of her friends that skydive all the time.
I decided early that this whole “working-60-hours-a-week-and-getting-paid-peanuts” thing wasn’t for me. At least not working 60 hours doing PR in an environment that makes me dread getting out of bed in the morning. You can only write so many digital content calendars for that hot dog company that has a car shaped like a hot dog before you get tired of all the puns and late night crises when someone finds out that the processed meat isn’t all that tasty and blows up the Facebook page about it. See, people, getting paid to save the world one Facebook post or tweet at a time isn’t all fame, fortune and glamour.
So, right, working sucks. Isn’t that what we all discover after we discover how awesome skydiving is? I know I’m not the first Corporate America worker turned skydiving bum, but holy shit did my eyes open fast.
Fast forward to September, and we’re road tripping to SkyVenture Colorado for a tunnel camp. Five skydivers, packed in Robin, my Civic Hybrid, trucking it across the midwest to the majestic mountains in and around Denver, Colorado. Day one is full of hiking and non-tunnel activities, and we wrap up the day by me accidentally mentioning that I was hopefully interviewing for a job in Austin when we got back. See, the boy was scheduled to go to Spaceland in November and I had been talking to a certain agency in Austin since June and didn’t want him to think that I was looking to get a new job in Texas because he was going to be in Texas because I didn’t know if we were actually together let alone serious. So, I didn’t tell him about the interviews.
The morning of day two starts with the boy borderline screaming about his neck and how he needs to go to the hospital. Earlier in the season he had a whacker of an opening and had continued to jump on it all season long. Apparently 16 hours in a car and hiking led us to the tipping point, where the pain was so excruciating and he could barely walk. So I take him to a hospital in Parker, Colorado, and spend the rest of the trip there. He has surgery, all is well, we go home and I go to Austin for an interview. I get the job. I move to Austin at the end of October. Now the boy is out for six months to recover from the surgery so no jumping which sucks but is also awesome because he can come stay with me in Texas and then roam around Florida for a bit.
Between me moving to Austin around the end of October and season wrapping up at CSC, I don’t see the boy for almost a month. Which is like, a third of how long we’d been dating at that point. Surprisingly, it seems I’ve grown up a lot since the last time I dated someone and it all works out. I’m not a hot mess this time. Things are working out well, despite the fact that I’m not there with him or vice versa. He comes down around Thanksgiving, we tear it up in Austin for a month, and then we take Christmas-New Years off and galavant around Florida.
We had coordinated a Freefall University trip to Skydive City in Zephyrhills for the New Years boogie. Seven 2010 grads and two instructors, rippin’ it up in the sunshine. My parents were coming out to watch the skydiving action and experience a day at the DZ after New Years. I was so pumped for them to finally see what all the fuss was about. The boy and I are walking around the trailer park at Z-Hills and he said “so, what do you think about getting a trailer and coming down here in November?” and I stopped and smiled. I had never been more excited to live in a trailer in my entire life. The thought was exhilarating. I had discussed an opportunity with the DZO at CSC to join the team and do the marketing and events, but had turned it down because I had let other people convince me I wasn’t ready. That I couldn’t handle being THE marketing department, that I wouldn’t have anyone to teach me anything, and that I wouldn’t learn as much as I would if I stayed at my agency job in Austin.
My parents show up on the 2nd, and after a tour of the place, introductions to my friends, and seeing a couple loads land, my dad pulls me aside.
I will never forget the scene. We’re sitting on the long bench sandwiched between the swoop pond and the spectator deck. It’s a bit cloudy, so I grounded myself because clouds make me nervous, and he’s just taking it all in. He turns to me, with a little bit of a misty eye and says:
“I finally get it. For the past six months all you’ve been talking about is skydiving, skydiving, skydiving. I totally get it. And you’d be stupid to not pursue that opportunity at CSC.”
And so it was. My “someday” plan was to quit my job, start my own company and take clients and spread the love and education that I have for all things geeky and social media and marketing. My “someday” plan was to work at the DZ, jump my ass off, learn as much as possible, get my coach rating, and eventually become an AFF instructor.
My “someday” plan went into effect on January 2nd, 2011. I started making plans on when to quit my job and how much money I’d need to survive. I started posting my furniture on Craigslist, looking for someone to sublet my apartment, and started to check out what I needed to do to start my own company so I could live life the way I wanted to live it.
Footie Pajama World Record
Fun jumping in Nevada? You betcha. And not just fun jumping, but some amazing talent met up at the Blue Skies Boogie for hard hittin’ record settin’ jumpin’.
Without further ado, we present the Footie Pajama World Record, set in Mesquite, NV on January 14th, 2012. Congrats to Gunnar Jeannette, Mike Steen, Thomas Hughes, Dan Drage, Sean Hennessey, Jason Powell and Sher Drage for a brilliant performance.
If you didn’t get one for Christmas (poor thing), these cozy little jumpsuits can be ordered here.
Many thanks to Gunnar Jeannette and Mike Steen for sharing!
From us – to you
Enjoy the holidays, hug your friends, love your family, make lots of jumps (if appropriate) and pay homage to SkyGod for getting us through yet another year.
Best wishes from the Blue Skies Mag team,
Kolla, Lara and Pierre.
Much ado about nothing much at all
- Opening Ceremonies, photo by Alastair Macartney
- Fuzzy spectators at the opening ceremony
A quick Dubai update from our Chief Mischief maker Alastair, who didn’t jump much today. He did however put forward a solid effort towards increasing his wingloading at the lunch buffet.
It’s been a frustrating day at the competition site. First up was classic accuracy. The WDI* was thrown and the drifter load was about to jump when the winds came in. It’s a shame as it would have been pretty funny to watch those guys getting blown onto the beach. We sat around for most of the day, waiting. This was only the official training day so not too much was lost and the boredom that can manifest itself in to mischief has yet to set in.
The lunch was a feast. Skydive Dubai certainly knows how to look after the competitors.
At 1500** the CF and CP were stood down and the planes went up with classic accuracy and FS. The freefallers were landing out on a branch of the Palm while the accuracy competitors were shooting for the tuffet on the main DZ. The winds were still a bit cheeky and occasionally gusting over competition limits making a challenging round but spirits were high.
The opening ceremony, which is meant to be amazingly impressive, starts shortly so we’re about to head out to that.
We hope to have some more pictures to share with our readers tomorrow – we have a few people on the ground in Dubai madly clicking their picture making buttons!
* For our readers that were not around in round times, WDI stands for Wind Drift Indicator. Para-Gear can sell you the ingredients needed to make your own high-tech version.
** That’s military time, because Alastair is hard core like that. That translates into 15:00 for Europe, 3:00PM for America. Just deal with it, I’m sure there is more to come.
Skydive Radio Show #160
Heads up, all you Skydive Radio fans, the new show is out.
We all love the soothing and sexy voices of Dave and Karry, and in this episode, guest host appearance by SkyVan pilot extraordinary, Mark Vicker, and then our favorite – a chat with the midwest legend, Sandy Grillet.
And those of you looking to do some used gear purchases, there is a coupon code for ChutingStar’s used gear section hidden in the show… well, not really hidden. It’s in plain view around 15 minutes into the show, for those of you in a hurry
A couple of topics covered in this months show:
- Is dry brushing your gear okay?
- Is setting the brakes part of a paid pack job?
- Safety First with Brian Germain discusses canopy visibility
- Conversation with Sandy Grillet on progression in the sport.
Head on over to the Skydive Radio website and have yourself a listen, or listen to the show via their Facebook page.
Avoiding the Black Hole
The Beginning of the End of My Flourishing Career: Avoiding the Black Hole
Originally published in the June issue of Blue Skies Magazine.
So last month we touched on how being a chick at the dropzone is awesome because you don’t have to worry about having people to jump with. That is true, until you have like 30 jumps and then you’re not a student but you’re not awesome yet. I think it is this “black hole” in our careers in the sky that seems to put some people off and discourage them from continuing in the sport. So what can we do to make this better? How can we keep people in the sport after they’ve earned their A-License?
Obviously I’m still here, so let me tell you what has kept me around CSC after graduating from student status. No, I’m not going to say that you should start dating your instructor and that will keep you around, though it has helped for me, it’s not entirely realistic. So we’ll skip the part about the convenience of having someone to shack up with on the weekends while you’re at the DZ. That point is painfully obvious. But if you aren’t shacking up with someone, here are some things that kept me entertained enough to stick around.
Have a “newbie” program. For example, Freefall University (the AFF school at CSC) has a bunch of events for newbie skydivers. Wednesdays are the discounted jump days and fun jumpers come out of the woodwork to jump for really cheap – which means it’s a fun day for newbies because we’ve dubbed Wednesdays as F.U.N.days (Freefall University Newbies). On these days, the AFF instructors jump with students, but also organize low-timer jumpers. Mostly belly stuff, but there’s a hula hoop in there somewhere too. Making sure everyone feels included and part of the community is a must. Underlying message: Jumping with newbies is good karma and is good for the sport. We don’t all start with thousands of jumps.
Have “low-timer” organizers. One weekend last season, we didn’t have anyone available to organize the low-timers. One of the AFF instructors took himself out of rotation to jump with us. When you’re stuck in this sub-100 jump group, you’re in between a rock and a hard place – you don’t have enough jumps to be on awesome dives, but you aren’t learning anything if you’re flopping around in the sky with your other sub-100 friends. This is why it’s essential to have a low-timer organizer – we all want to excel in this sport and become better, safer, more alert skydivers, sometimes we just need the chance to prove ourselves. Underlying message: Some LO’s don’t want to organize newbies. That’s fine, but be nice about it. Knock it the fuck off with the SkyGod act and jump with us – you have even more expertise to offer us and you’ll probably learn something too. And to the newbies: don’t be offended if you don’t get on the dives that are beyond your skill level. The organizers have a method to their madness.
Be nice when we screw up. When we’re students, you know what we’re flying, you know you should steer clear of us, you know we may overshoot or undershoot our landings, and that we’ll flare too high or too low and PLF our faces off. Shortly after student status, we’re still developing those skills. I’ve heard horror stories of egomaniac skydivers yelling at students or those freshly off student-status about “I saw you coming and you totally cut me off!” or bashing the newbies after they screw up an exit, etc etc. I will speak for myself, and hopefully a whole boatload of other newbies when I say I am desperate for your feedback. If I can be better, safer, more alert, quicker out the door, whatever it is, I want to be. But I don’t want you in my face yelling at me in front of other students, other staff members, or worse, my friends. Fortunately this hasn’t happened to me. I’ve been greeted with a pat on the back and a “do you like baseball?” when I came sliding in on a landing, followed by constructive instruction on how to improve my landings. There wasn’t a scene in the landing area. There wasn’t belittling on the packing mat. Just offering suggestions for how to be a better skydiver. Underlying message: when you start yelling: our ears turn off. When you approach us in a friendly manner, we listen and retain information. Stop being a dick.
And we all know one or two 100-jump wonders that think they know everything, are ready to start wingsuiting tomorrow and want to BASE as soon as they’re off student status. Personally, I’m in no rush to start trying other disciplines, jump in questionable winds, or downsize. I’m in the sport for (hopefully) the long haul. My line: “I have the rest of my life to skydive.” So how can we, the low-timers, be the best we can be? Disclaimer: I’m probably one of the most conservative, chicken-shit skydivers I’ve ever met. I’ll ground myself if I get spooked on a jump so I have time to process it, I have a very strict wind limit for myself, and I have a list of people that I avoid being manifested with at all costs. That being said, let’s continue.
Be a sponge. Last season I was weathered out for a good portion of the season. Winds were too gusty, clouds were too low, it was raining, or, on the flip side, I was out of money. I can tell you that I learned as much, if not more so, on the ground as I did in the sky. Old timers, instructors, fellow experienced jumpers, all sharing stories over a couple of beers or during a weather hold was as educational as getting up there. When you get feedback, listen to it. If you ask 10 skydivers how to pack your parachute, you’ll get 10 different answers, but listen to what people have to say and then see if it works for you. By nature, we all have an opinion in this sport, but people with thousands of jumps have thousands for a reason. Underlying message: Soak it all in, baby birds. When the winds come up and you’re on the ground, you’ve got nothing but time to soak up as much information as you can.
Don’t be too eager. This is a tough one. There are always exceptions to the rule. There are skydivers who are naturals, who can come off of student status and on to a four-way team, learning to freefly, etc. But we don’t have to rush! For the love of the sky and all things that are holy, learn how to fly your body and on your belly before you get all hopped up on freeflying or the next discipline on your list. For some of us, that may be 10 jumps, others, 100 jumps. Point is, know what you are capable of and fly with some experienced people that can tell you what you need to work on in order to progress. Doing solos and trying to teach yourself how to sit fly isn’t going to benefit anyone. Fork up the cash for some coaching. You’ll be better for it and safer in the sky when you start jumping with other people. I was on the plane with a guy in Texas this spring who had 40 jumps, a full camera set up and no shoes on. Seriously? Get your shit together. Underlying message: I’d rather be having beers with you at the bonfire or local watering hole than visiting you in the hospital. Slow the fuck down and enjoy the learning curve.
Know your limits. Different drop zones have different rules for wind limits, be it a DZO thing, or based by licenses or jump numbers. I heard that “you’d rather be on the ground wishing you were in the sky, than in the sky wishing you were on the ground” and I hold that very close to me. Yes, I need to be expanding on my limits and pushing them as I see fit or I’ll never grow, but at the end of the day, if there is a guy with thousands of jumps sitting it out, you probably should too. This ties back into the “be a sponge” bit – because there is likely a story behind why Mr. Thousand Jumps is sitting it out. Ask them a question. Introduce yourself. Make friends. Underlying message: Nobody is impressed with you suiting up and spanking in. People are impressed when you stick to your guns and play it safe.



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