What Lost Prairie Means to Me

I made a teeny tiny trip to Meadow Peak Skydiving this summer to get a teeny tiny glimpse of the legend of Lost Prairie. I’ve been hearing about it for all of my 13 years of jumping and wanted to know: What does Lost Prairie mean to the people who love it?

Here’s what they told me.

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“From your local EMS ground crew: We love to see you come in like leaves, not lawn darts!” One of the EMS crew even made her first jump at LP and is now one of us.

It’s a hand. He says.

First Timer. I believe we call that a “Prairie Virgin.”

The EMS team on hand was awesome. “I hope they find me soon, I’m hungry.”

This young lady is underage. You skydivers are setting a bad example. Do you even see what is going on in this picture?!

“Summer camp for skydivers,” says Monkey Boy.

Deb loves the mountains and air and skydivers and everything, I think. And everyone loves Deb!

Everyone’s a critic. So we made the critic make his own artwork.

“Lost Prairie: If you weren’t wasted, the week was!!” Deano knows how to get it done.

Lost Prairie means PBR to North Dakotans. I don’t know what doesn’t mean PBR to North Dakotans.

Lost Prairie means wasps. Huge wasps. Huge skydiving wasps. Huge skydiving wasps that take almost an hour to illustrate.

Cat!

Lost Prairie means Naked Rock to Pantz. Note the “freefly awesomeness” she is preparing to organize.

Rhonda, like all manifest gods and goddesses, in her happy place in the box.

How does Thomas get to skydive in a huge mug of beer? Just another Airspeed perk, I guess.

“We are fa-mi-ly.” You can hear the song, right?

What does Lost Prairie mean to you?