2009-03-28 Jumps 23-27

I started the day off slowly, lounging in bed until almost 7; for me that's late. A slow breakfast and the this' and the that's which conspire to pass the largest possible amount of time while accomplishing very little, made the process of leaving the house extended until well after 9am. I got the car packed with all the things I was going to want for the day--food, clothes, skydiving gear, beer, ice, dark chocolate... When I finally got my ass into gear and moved out, I still needed to stop and buy some coffee.

After a semi-quick stop at the Pannikin, with the Saturday morning line starting to form, I headed to Skydive San Diego with a combination of coffee to drink and a Theobroma cacao confection to eat. When I arrived, the parking lot was already full. I headed right to the office to pay for my rental, then, went to see if they had a 230 square foot canopy. I was in luck, and got the last one.

I got myself onto the next load, which didn't give me much time, but I didn't need much time. While I was going through the check on the rig, I couldn't get the Cypres to turn on. I tried and tried, but nothing was happening. So, I took it back to the gear room, and the gear bitch pressed the thing once and it started working. Damn, I felt really silly, but better to be silly than stupid.

Jump 23

It was a bit chilly, but I decided that I would jump without gloves, a move I would regret when I got to the door of the aircraft at altitude. We were only at 10,000 feet, and I was third in line to get out the door. I did a diving exit, and even though I was certain I was doing everything correctly, I was quickly flipping heals over head. I went with it, did a few more flips, then got stable and did a few more flips. I just had fun with the freefall. The canopy ride down was fun because I did some nice corkscrew turns that really threw me out with a lot of force. The landing was bumpy, with a bunch of turbulence. I don't know why, but I was looking at a pretty hard landing, right in front of a gaggle of instructors, but somehow, I pulled it off, sliding on my feet before coming to a stop. It was one of those freak things where the I somehow pulled it off, and even got a comment from one of the instructors about it being a good landing. If only he knew...

Jump 24

By this time, my ground buddy Jake had shown up, and I started to pack my chute. I was glad Jake was there because I still haven't gotten the flaking thing down yet. Right in the middle of the pack job Blake comes over and tells me that I can't pack my own chute unless I'm faster, because there aren't enough rental chutes available. I was miffed that he would say something like that, since I had rented the chute for the day. He didn't say anything about getting a refund when I rented it for a day two weeks back, but only got to do 2 jumps due to the weather. Oh well... I got the chute packed and manifested on a load 35 minutes away. In the interim, I grabbed some water and chatted with Jake and some other folks.

On this jump, I brought my gloves. When we got to altitude, 13K this time, I was again 3rd in line to exit. I did a diving exit again, but still flipped like a loopy kid. I was getting rather annoyed at my inability to get stable right out of the plane. I played around with some turns and tracking and flips again, and pulled at 4.3k. The canopy ride was fun again, with more turns. This time the landing was picture perfect and within 15 feet of the target.

Jump 25

It took quite a while for jump 25 because I agreed to go with Rocco to pick up some fuel for the helicopter. His GPS took us the long way around, so a 5 minute drive turned into an hour and a half. It was ok though, since the friendship and interaction was enjoyable.

I had turned my chute into the packing barn, because I wanted to jump quickly. Ghouli apparently got right on it which was nice. But, since I wasn't there, it didn't make any difference. Fortunately, I was able to get the same rig when I got back. I got manifested on a load with little more than time to zip my jumpsuit, do a gear check and put the rig on.

The jump was fairly routine. I did a diving exit and as hard as I tried to will it not to happen, I still got flipped over onto my back. I recovered quickly, but it was really frustrating. The rest of the freefall included flips, 360's, a good opening, and a really fun canopy ride followed by a great landing. It didn't get any better than that.

Jump 26
My own pack job again, with some help from Jake again. Rocco conspired to jump with me, so he got us onto a fun-load with the intent that we would exit last. He floated while I dived. Again, I flipped over, and in the rapid back-to-the-earth freefall, I quickly lost sight of him. I just kind of hung out, slowing my fall rate, and he zoomed down in front of me. I then went to do the dock. I docked without any trouble. We flew the dock for a bit and then I undocked, did a 360 to the left and then a 360 to the left. By this time, my computer was telling me we were at 6000 feet, so I broke off, turned and tracked and pulled at 4300 feet.

The canopy ride was nice, but I was to the north of the dropzone, so I headed over the lake and around to the other side of the lake.

On the debrief, Rocco pointed out that I kept my legs straight when I jumped out which was the cause of my flipping.

Jump 27
I sent the rig in for packing and I enjoyed myself with conversations. After the rig was packed, I got manifested, again with only a few minutes to spare. This time I did a diving exit and was instantly stable. I kicked my feet back and put my arms out and no flip! I did some 360s, barrel rolls. I pulled at 4300 again.

Lots of corkscrew toggle turns on the way down and a good landing.

2009-03-21 Jump 22

The morning started early even though the night ended late, and a bit of a fiasco ensued. I was scheduled to attend a trail building seminar and trail-work session sponsored by the San Diego Mountain Biking Association and the International Mountain Bicycling Association. The seminar started at 8am, so with my eyes still bleary from too little sleep, I arrived at the Elfin Forest fire station just before the speakers got things into gear. The presentation was interesting, but I was amazed at the poor presentation skills of the two trail-building experts from IMBA. After all, they do this presentation over and over again, but they were very unpolished, reading from the slides and doing so very undynamically.

In any event, after their talk, at around 11, a lunch was served, and given the lack of a vegan option, I decided to just sit in my car and read my mail and rest. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, a good chunk of time had passed, and so had all of the vehicles taking trail workers. Since the work site was some distance away from anywhere I could get my car, I decided that it was better to just head home.

When I got there, I asked my friend Adrienne, who had been visiting from San Francisco, whether she wanted to go jumping if the weather was good at Skydive San Diego. It was cloudy on the coast, but a quick call to SDSD revealed that they were jumping under a clear sky. So, Adrienne and I loaded ourselves into the car and headed down the freeway.

The journey took the normal hour, and we arrived around 1:45pm. I got Adrienne set up with her paper work to do a tandem and pointed out which instructor she wanted--she expressed the desire to have a hunky-navy-seal, and that's exactly what she got. The unfortunate thing was that we had four loads to wait, during which time I could have gotten a few jumps, but instead I sat around, chatting with Adrienne and Jake.

Finally, after the long wait, it was our time to get into the sky. Adrienne had her Navy Seal, Larry, and I was all geared up, so I asked Blake to watch my landing for accuracy and then we made the journey to the plane. I was the only fun jumper on board, so I was the last person on the plane. Fortunately, the plane wasn't completely full, and I didn't have to sit on the floor or the edge of the seat. The climb to altitude took longer than I remember from past flights, but the view was wonderful. When the pilot cut the engines, and the red "standby" light came on, I opened up the door. I stuck my head out the door and spotted the end of the runway far below but some distance off. I kept checking the location and the green "go" light. Finally, the go light was lit and we were in an ideal location, so I prepared myself to jump.

Jump 22
I did a diving exit from the plane, wanting to be stable right off the bat, but my feet and lets ended up going over my head, putting me into a backflip. I tried to continue the flip, and ended up belly down, but a bit unstable. I arched, and once stable, I did a front flip, back flip and barrel roll. Then I did a 360 and then a track. Then, I continued falling until I hit 4000' and pulled.

The canopy ride on the 230 square foot parachute was fun. I tried doing front riser dips, but didn't really notice any action. I was hanging out over the hills to the south east of the holding area until I got to about 1500', at which point I headed in to do my landing pattern. I did my downwind leg, but was moving too fast in the wind so I crabbed a bit to the south to burn some altitude before the base leg. A quick s-turn and I was on the base leg at just the right altitude. I was watching the cone in the middle of the landing area, and when I noticed it was starting to raise upward in my field of vision, I immediately turned into the wind and headed for the cone. I ended up landing about 10 feet away from it, which was probably the most accurate landing I've had.

Once I was back I started to pack my chute, but it was instantly confusing. I got everything right, but then realized I had forgotten to set the brakes. Then I was having trouble flaking. In the end, Jake helped me make sure I was doing things right. Just after I finally got the chute packed, I manifested myself on the next flight, but it looked like things were winding down thanks to a thick cloud bank that rolled in from the west. While waiting, I asked Blake if he'd seen my landing. Damn, he hadn't but he trusted my account. Since the requirement is to land within 20m/65' of a target, it is pretty hard to goof. He signed off on the past three jumps and also signed off on some other items. There's not much left to go now on my A-License application, and I'm going to try very hard to get it finished on the 28th.

2009-03-14 Jumps 20 & 21, packing class

I left the house early today because I wanted to get to Skydive San Diego as early as possible. I planned on doing at least four or five jumps. On the drive south, I remembered that it was the last day to take advantage of a airline mileage promotion for dining, so I stopped in at the Clair De Lune coffee shop in North Park and purchased a bunch of coffee to share with the instructors at SDSD.

I felt really good when I walked into Skydive San Diego with the coffee, and a few people were excited by the prospects of caffeine. I spoke with Vanessa about how to get the various items on my A License card signed off, as well as improving my landing accuracy. After our brief conversation, with several items signed off, I paid for some jumps and a day rental on the rig. I grabbed a 230 square foot rig and went to manifest and got myself on the next load. I had all of 5 minutes!

I ran over a gear check, got a jumpsuit, grabbed my helmet and gloves and put my altimiter on while running to the plane. Of course, there were several tandems that were late getting out to the runway, so, once I got out there, I had to wait. While waiting to get on the plane, I had the opportunity to talk with several other guys, one of whom is working on his A License too. We got ourselves organized into jump order. I positioned myself to be the third out the door, after two groups of two jumpers.

Jump 20
I watched as the previous two jumpers moved out of the way and then I dived into the flow of air just like I planned, except it didn't go exactly as I had planned. It seemed that as soon as I was out of the plane, I couldn't feel the air flow, and I didn't push into it with my hands, so I ended up flopping over onto my back. I quickly righted myself, and continued my jump. Once I was stable I did a 720 degree turn using the technique I had learned at the tunnel. It worked incredibly well, but I forgot to do the counter move to stop myself and overshot my target. More practice will be needed on that one.

My real purpose on this jump was to play with my fall rate, so after the 720, I slowed myself down considerably. The graph shows a solid, stable fall rate, so I know I was doing something. Of course, without any reference, like another jumper, it's hard to know how well I actually did.

The canopy was a 230 square foot deal, which puts the wingloading at somewhere over 1.1. I'm finding it to be a lot of fun, and while I'm not in a hurry to drop down to a smaller canopy, I wouldn't mind a bit more responsiveness. I figure I'll stick with the 230 until I feel really comfortable and can land it exactly where I want it and with finesse. My landing on jump 20 was really smooth and almost on target. I had aimed for the more westerly of the small blue tiles laying on the landing field, but I came down just past the first one.

Because of the funky winds, and my lack of experience, I was a bit affraid to go into 1/4 or 1/3 breaks to increase my glide to get me closer to my intended target. Anyway, the landing was smooth and soft. I took the chute to the packing barn and went about socializing and waiting for a repack. Ghoulie was kind enough to get the 230 packed and handed back to me, so I wouldn't have to jump a 260.

Clouds
After I got the chute back, I got myself manifested for load 6. Load 5 was on a 10 minute call, but then the clouds rolled in from the west and the wait was on. Things didn't look good. I sent a text message to my friend Audrienne to tell her to forget about coming for a jump. People were leaving left and right. I was chatting with Rocco and Jake, when Rocco recommended that we take off and do a BBQ. I had a chute packing class starting at 2pm, so I went looking for Tatoo Ron to find out if we could start the class early since no one was jumping. It was just about 1pm, so after a quick survey of class participants, it was decided to start at 1:30.

Packing Class
The packing class started with a quick demonstration of how a chute deploys and was then followed by a demonstration of how to pack the chute. After the packing demo, we were instructed to start packing our own parachute. I opened up my 230 and pulled everything out. Most of the tasks involved in packing are quite easy, so I got busy. But then it came to flaking, and that was a bit confusing because when we watched Ron, we saw it from one perspective, but with my own packing, I was looking from the opposite perspective, and things were a lot more confusing. The worse part was that I was apparently doing everything correctly but wasn't confident in what I was doing.

I ended up packing and unpacking the chute four times before I was absolutely certain I had done everything right. By this point, the sun was shining, and Ron said, "go jump it", so I got myself manifested on the next flight.

Jump 21
On the way out to the plane, one of the other packing class students was walking with me, commenting on how much anxiety he was feeling over jumping his first pack job. I was a bit suprised by how calm I felt inside me about jumping my pack job. I wasn't worried that it wouldn't work, none the less, I did go through the cut-away and reserve deployment procedure in my head several times as well as physically going through the motions.

We organized ourselves into jump order and then borded the plane. On the ride to altitude, I felt a little anxiety, but it was amorphous and not directed at any specific cause. It was just that "I'm going to jump out of an airplane" anxiety that is diminishing with each jump, but is still noticable. I was positioned to be second out the door after a group of four jumpers. I watched them in their fall until they were at the right location and I dove through the door. I ended up with some instability, but decided to just go with the roll and come out of it on the other side. It would have been nicer if I hadn't flipped, but going with the roll worked fine and I got stable really quickly.

I did some more flips and some 360 degree turns and some fall rate drills before finally getting to pull altitude. I pulled and the opening was so smooth that I thought something must be wrong. But it wasn't. The slider came down the lines and the chute was wide open, and the canopy was responsive.

On the canopy ride I went into some rear-riser turns, really whipping myself around. I had a really nice time, and the landing was right on target.

Party Time
Once I got down, I wanted to jump again, so I went about packing my chute. I just about got it into the bag when the last flight took off. Oh well...it was party time. I broke out some Chimay and shared it with Rocco and Jake. On my way out to the car to pick up another bottle of Chimay, I was pleasantly surprised to have Blake smile and wish me a good evening. Rocco invited Jake and I to his house for a BBQ. Another fellow, Brian, was invited and it turns out he's also vegetarian, so the two of us stopped in at Henry's to pick up some stuff for dinner and then headed to San Marcos. After chit-chats, more drinks, a show-and-tell involving very LARGE firearms, and a bag full of green cookie crumbs put on my plate, we settled in for dinner in front of the video screen. Rocco put on "True Romance" and the killing began. After the movie I wondered why I had such a dry mouth.

Looking Forward
While I didn't get as many jumps as I wanted, the day was absolutely perfect. I'm looking forward to the 28th of March when I'll go back to jump, and hopefully pound out my coach jumps and my A License exam and jump before the increase in license cost goes into effect.

2009-03-08 Jumps 16-19 at Skydive San Diego

Jump 16.
On Jump 16, I started the day by doing a diving exit. I got stable really quickly and then went into a good front flip and then a back flip. I then added a barrel roll. At that point I really had nothing to do but look around and fall. I wish I had loaded myself with some additional stuff to do. I still had a nice freefall. I was using the 230 square foot canopy which was faster and had better control plus a much smaller pack. The landing was a bit harder than I am capable of, but I at least ran it out. Divya from work joined in on this jump as a tandem.

Jump 17
I was the only fun jumper on the flight. I spotted the location, but wasn't clear that it was time to jump. Got prompted with "get out of the plane" which I promptly obeyed. I did a floating exit which went good. I was stable really quickly and then oriented myself relative to the runway below me. I then did a front flip, a back flip and a barrel roll and stayed on heading. I was feeling pretty good after that. I need to remember to arch a bit more because I started waffling a little bit.  The landing was very good.

Jump 18
After a mountain bike ride at Hollenbeck Canyon, I came back to do a few more jumps. On this jump I did a diving exit, but I was really unstable. I went with it and corrected. It was very cold and windy. The clouds had moved in, and I wasn't able to see make out the dropzone for some time. Once I figured out where I was, I tried a barrel roll, and a 360. I was just too cold, so mostly I just fell. The canopy ride was uneventful; I was back at the 260 because there were no 230's available.The landing was soft and smooth.

Jump 19
Another diving exit. I shouldn't have done this jump because I was so cold and tired. I tried to do some skills, but had neither the energy or ability, so I just fell. Once I pulled, I played with rear riser turns since I was back on the 230. I did a 720 degree carving turn and the G forces on me were quite strong. It was great fun. The landing was picture perfect, but short of where I had wanted to land.

2009-02-28 Jumps 12-15

It was a beautiful day when I looked out my window this morning. High whispy clouds added detail to a brilliant February blue sky. The sun was raising in the sky and I could tell it was going to be warm and the palm trees were gently swaying in a light breeze. But, the Weather Underground forcast for Jamul's "Pio Pico" called for weird winds out of the south and >30% cloud cover. Since Leucadia and Jamul have very different weather patterns, I called the dropzone to find out what the jump situation was like.

As seems to be normal for a Saturday morning, Sara answered the phone with her folksy good nature and friendliness. There's something about her voice that is titilating; without a doubt, her smile can be heard though the phone lines. The sweetness of hearing her voice was combined with the great news that the weather was absolutely perfect at Skydive San Diego.

I called Divya R. from work. She and her husband were planning to come out to do tandem jumps. I was excited that I was able to get someone else was interested in jumping, so when she said she was still on, and would meet me around 9am, I was really happy.

I rolled into SDSD at a minute before 9am and looked around for Divya and her husband, but they weren't there yet, so I grabbed my stuff from my car and went to wait near the office. There were only a few people hanging around at this hour. The first load had already gone up, and Sarah was giving the 15 minute call for the second load. That's when Divya and her husband showed up. Today was just going to be Divya jumping, so I got her going on the registration process and then after she was finished, I paid for an all-day rental and four jumps.

We were scheduled for load 4, so we hung around chatting for a little bit before one of the instructors started giving Divya the run-down on what she needed to do on her jump. I went and grabbed my gear and ran over the gear check. While Divya was getting harnessed up, I was approached by a young woman named Katie, who asked if I was interested in jumping with her. I explained that I'm doing C8 jumps and not allowed to jump with anyone, but it turns out she is a coach, going for her AFF instructor certification, so it was OK. She asked me what I was going to be doing on the jump, and since I hadn't planned on jumping with anyone, I changed the jump I had planned and decided I wanted to try the dive to dock exercise. She gave me a few tips on how to exit the plane and how the dive flow would go. We got the five minute call, so we geared up and headed out to the runway.

Jump 12
The plane wasn't terribly full, which was nice. Divya had that "I don't really know what to think, but this is exciting and I'm scared" look on her face--completely normal for a first time jumper. I felt a little scared too. I'm not certain why, but even Katie mentioned it when we were reviewing the jump. I suppose it was the prospect of doing something new and not getting it right with a bit of the "I'm going to jump out of an airplane." Katie got outside onto the camera flyer step and I got in the doorway. But everything was wrong. I didn't let go of the grip and I had my right foot forward even though I was going to jump toward the back of the plane. I didn't give a clear count indication (even though I thought I had). In any event, once I got stable, I tracked to Katie and docked. I then undocked, and we both backed up and then I docked again. We repeated that pattern several times until it was time to pull

The canopy ride down to earth was enjoyable with nice views of San Diego and the Pacific Ocean in the morning sun. My landing was good, but not as accurate as I had hoped. I met up with Divya, and she had a huge smile on her face. We chatted for a few minutes before she and her husband left to go take ski lessons. I then met up with Katie and we talked about the jump and how I could improve. I really appreciated her feedback and critique

Jump 13
I decided to wait around for a little while before going on my next jump. I filled out my logbook and then did some people-watching. Then I walked over to Gravity Gear to check out some jumpsuits. Bonnie was busy with a few other customers, so I looked at the used suits she had in stock and after not finding anything that I liked, I said I'd come back later. I sat around for a little while and then managed to grab an instructor to ask a few questions. Then, I went to Manifest and gave Sarah one of my flight coupons. I roamed around for a little while, chatting with a few people before getting my gear. I was jumping a 259 square foot canopy again, and after the gear check, I got myself ready to go. While hanging around waiting for the 5 minute call, I struck up a conversation with a guy named Doug who was trying to finish his A-license today. However, he didn't have the Skydiver Information Manual with him, so he didn't have any way to study the appropriate information he'd need for his test, so I told him he could borrow the sections I had in the car.

On this jump, the plane was filled with tandem jumpers and students, so I ended up having to sit on the floor at the back of the plane. Once again, a new situation introduced a bit of trepidation on my part, but I soon got over it. This jump was only to 10K feet because of air traffic, so we got to jump altitude fairly quickly. Two groups of two jumpers went, and then it was my turn. I waited until the last group of divers were out of the way and then I dove through the door.

On this jump, my plan was to do some flips and tracking. I managed a really good backflip, but my front flip ended on my back again. I easily fliped over and did some tracking. By that time I was at 4500' and pulled. The canopy ride was pleasant, and even though I undershot the place where I wanted to land, I had a good smooth and soft landing.

Jump 14
After waiting around again for about a half hour and chatting with Rocco, I went and visited with Bonnie to talk about jump suits. I had kind of decided that I didn't want to get a jump suit because I was more than happy to just use the SDSD jumpsuits since they didn't cost me anything. Still, the idea of having my own suit was drawing me in, so I started asking her some questions. She asked me what type of jumping I was interested in: Relative Work or Freeflying. I wasn't really able to answer the question because I haven't had any opportunity to do either. Freeflying is probably a bigger draw to me because of the format, and as someone wrote in an article I had recently read, "Relative Work is work." On the other hand, another article I read mentioned that the skills learned in Relative Work create stronger Freeflyers. Bonnie's suggestion was to have one of each type of suit. Of course, at >$300 per suit, I have to think hard about whether I really want to do that. Fortunately, Bonnie said that if I want to freefly, I can start to do that in street clothes until I get good and then get a freefly suit. We then started talking about RW suits. She mentioned the benefit of buying one from a company that's not distant because of shipping times and the strong potential of needing to return the suit because of incorrect workmanship. She then asked me about my fall rate. I mentioned my speed based on what I get out of my Pro-Track jump computer, but she didn't understand the correlation and said I needed to ask one of the instructors about how my fall rate compares with other jumpers as that would determine what sort of fit I would need on the suit. I mentioned I had jumped with Katie in the morning and she said I should ask her, as well as getting some more jumps under my belt before I invest in a suit.

I then went and got myself manifested for the next load, grabbed a rig and got ready. Rocco and some of his buddies were going to be on the load too, and he asked me what I was planning for the jump. I wanted to do a floating exit and then practice the flips again. I was to be one of the first jumpers again based on my positioning in the plane, and this time were were going all the way to 13,000 feet. When it was my turn, I spotted to make certain that the previous jumpers were out of the way and that we were still over the correct location to jump. I then got out of the plane and did a "floating" exit that was really more of a bad sideways hop. The instability took me some time to control. I then did my flips, and then went into a track that was fast and furious. The canopy ride was nice and the landing smooth and soft.

Jump 15
After filling out my log book, I met Rocco. He immediately commented on the poor "floating" exit and showed me how to do it correctly. Wow, that should be much easier! No hop, just present myself to the wind and float off the plane. I got myself manifested on the next flight and went to get some gear. I wanted to downsize my canopy a bit, but the 230 square foot canopies were all in use. So, I went with the 259 again. On this jump I was going to be on the second Twin Otter, and there were only about 8 of us, so there was plenty of room for a comfortable ride. When we got to 13,000 feet, a group of 3 jumpers went and then it was my turn. I waited until they were out of the way and then I positioned myself for a floating exit. This time I simply floated out of the plane and I was stable immediately.

The freefall was fun. I did a back flip, and then another, and then I did a front flip and this time I went all the way over! Then I did some tracking and pulled at around 4500'. The landing was smooth and soft.

I really wanted to do another jump, and Katie approached me and offered to do another jump with me, but at that point money was more of an issue than anything else. I figured I could do another jump today, but that would reduce the number of jumps I could do next Sunday, so I decided to wait.

Jump 15 Fall Rate Profile

First C8

I rented my gear for the next jump and got my manifest ticket which I took to Sarah and got myself on a load 38 minutes later. I could have gone earlier, but I didn't want to rush it.

After hanging around for a while, buying a new log book and getting some water and food, I grabbed my own personal gear out of the car-my helmet, gloves and altimeters. Then grabbed my rental parachute. I flew a 260 sq. ft. main again, which is what I've been flying through AFF. I want to get really good at flying it before I start moving down in size. I am amazed at the smallness of some of the parachutes the instructors are flying. They are almost closer to kites than parachutes! With the gear in hand I did a gear check. Everything looked good. So, I suited up and went to wait. I started a conversation with a fellow named Josiah who was also doing his first C8 jump. We went through what we wanted to do on our jumps and then did a gear check for each other.

The ride up to 12.2K took a while. I was glad that I was going to be one of the first out of the plane because I didn't want to have to really spot the jump location or be the one to tell the pilot to circle back. The first group exited and I waited until they were visible at a 45 degree angle from my vantage point. I then did a poised exit and got myself stable.

My plan for this jump was to just jump. Maybe do some turns, but just to experience everything for the first time on my own. I had a few moments of instability, but just arched a bit more and everything was fine. I noticed that I was not really over the holding area so I turned and tracked until I was in a familiar location. I think for the first time, because I wasn't doing anything, I got to see what my surroundings looked like. I looked at the lake and the hills and then just locked onto my altimeter and watched it.

Then the alarms started going off on my audibles. I had set them for higher altitudes, but since this was my first time using them, I figured I could just see how they worked but still pull at 4500'. It's probably not a good idea to have two different audibles because the competing beeps was very nerve wracking, and I definately wanted to pull. So, I ended up pulling at 5500'.

I was still really excited about my first solo jump, and the ride down went smoothly. I had a soft but falling landing.

I walked off the field proud that I had made my first solo jump. It was a great feeling.

AFF7 Passed

I couldn't sleep for much of the night. I kept thinking about yesterday's poorly executed back flips and front flips, being stuck on my back falling at 144mph/230kph, and how the whole thing was caused by a complete lack of kinesthetic awareness. I was beating myself up all night for not doing what I had been trained to do. Then, I was beating myself up for not letting go of the stress and getting some good sleep so that I'd be well rested and prepared to today's jumps. So, around 5:30, I finally decided that the best thing I could do was get out of bed and get myself ready to go.

I looked out the window of my kitchen and it looked gray. The weather forecast had been suggesting around 50% cloud cover, but here in Leucadia, it was a lot more than that. On the other hand, it was still before sunrise, and Leucadia is often cloudy when other nearby locations are bright and sunny. So, I headed off to the office to check the computer. The forecast hadn't changed, but the report said it was clear and cold in Jamul.

At 8am, I called Skydive San Diego to find out if they were jumping, and I got an affirmative. I called Patrick J. and Divya R., two coworkers, to tell them that the jump was on. Patrick was excited and said he'd meet me there at 10. Divya, unfortunately, told me her husband was sick, and that she didn't want to go without him, so I wished her a good weekend and healing for her husband, and got off the phone.

I managed to get to Skydive San Diego just after 10. Steve, my CMG buddy, was also supposed to be there, as he was taking his AFF2 class, and Patrick was waiting by the office. I didn't find Steve anywhere, so I got Patrick all registered up, and got myself registered to retake AFF7. I decided I'd wait for my class until two loads after Patrick had done his jump so that I could take some pictures of him as he was landing. I had forgotten my camera in my computer bag which I had brought with me yesterday, but he had his iPhone, so he gave that to me and I went about clicking pictures. Then I saw Steve, who told me he had already done his jump, and had failed (sounds familiar...) I tried to encourage him to jump again, but he was worried about finances, so we just chatted while we waited for Patrick to return to the ground.

I had asked his instructor about the color of the chute, so I as soon as I saw the chutes in the sky, I started taking pictures. As Patrick landed, I noticed he was looking a little green, but he seemed ok. After talking with him, it turns out he was fine during freefall, but the carving corkscrew turns under canopy had made his stomach complain.

Patrick and Steve bid their fairwells, and soon after I was called by the instructor for my jump. We went over what I had done wrong on the previous AFF7 jump and on what I needed to do to have a successful jump. I felt confident that I would be able to do the flips without issue, and tracking and turns wouldn't be a problem for me. We went over the gear check, with me doing everything required without prompting. I suited up and put my rig on and waited for the call.

The ride up to 13,000'/4000m was uneventful. I got the usual quiz on hand signals and I watched as my altimeter rode its way upward. I'm trying to get an idea of what the gound looks like at different altitudes, but it's difficult when I'm in the plane because there's no good way to see outside. It will probably be better in the summer when I'll have the opportunity to be near or in the back and able to see out the door from a relatively close position. When we reached the spot, a group of four jumpers who had requested an early gree light went out the door together. They were followed by several others in smaller groups. Finally, it was my turn. I stuck my head out of the plane to spot that we were in a good jump location, and then got in position for the floating exit.

This time I was on the side of the door closest to the pilot, so I wasn't cramped for space as I had been on yesterday's attempt. I signaled OK then went through the step move and voila, I was out of the plane. I quickly got stable and then went into a front flip. For some reason I don't think I threw myself into it enough because I ended up on my back again. This time, I arched, and flipped right over. I then went to the backflip, which I nailed. It felt really good, and I nailed the restabilization too which felt awsome. I then did a turn to get into a northern direction for the track. Once I was stable in that direction, I started my track. I tracked for several seconds and then the instructor dropped down and called me forward. I kept tracking as he backed up. Then when we were done he went into a sit-flying position and transitioned to a higher position relative to me. I tried the move I learned while in the tunnel, but just as I did that I realized we were at 6000ft and I locked on and then pulled at 5000ft.

The canopy ride down was great. I had been informed to move to a specific location for my holding area to make room for an AFF 3 student. So, I flew the canopy south east from the normal holding area and hung out there checking out the different terrain and view. When the time came, I moved into position for the downwind leg of the landing pattern. At 500 ft. I did the base leg and then at 200 ft I went upwind and had a nice soft 3 step landing.

Everything about this jump felt awesome. I wish I had been able to do a forward flip, but I got myself out of it without any problem, so that was still OK. Really, the only thing that didn't feel good about the jum was that having to pay again for the class meant I didn't have the money for 3 C8 (solo) jumps. I guess it just means I have to deal with delayed gratification as I wait until the next influx of money.

The instructor's comments were all positive about the jump, so I passed. Now, though I have an added expense: I owe beer.