What would compel a sane person to attach a backpack, throw themselves off a bridge, free fall toward the ground, pull a chute and hope to god it works, then try to navigate the winds to land on a small target by a raging river? Respect to professional base jumpers.
Funny thing is after watching a few hurl themselves over the egde for Bridge Day, you start to demand more theatrics. The daring but plain forward free fall is no longer enough. Twists, pikes, backward flips and tandem jumpers captivate. You quickly get dulled to the fact that each time they jump they are dicing with death. So blasé. More more more!
My barnacle baby, strapped tight so I can get a few things done around the RV
Securing the fort. Packing up the RV to move onto the next destination
Farewell Summerville Lake Retreat. It’s been swell
Baby Boy O has learned to kiss…actually it is more like smooch and lick
Thank goodness we took a bus to Bridge Day. No parking here!
Hanging out with dad. No parachute here
No zip-lining today
Just a small drop
Don’t throw me off please!
One base jumper
Two jumpers
X marks the landing spot
Not a real Philly cheesesteak nor an Italian sausage
Impostor!
Ride back to the car park. Baby Boy O’s first school bus ride
Cruising along the Midland Trail
Quick stop in Charleston to drop off the grill at the UPS store
Restocking
Nappy / diaper change
Hello Kentucky
