I jumped out of a perfectly good plane at 14,000 feet, free falling for 8,000 feet at a speed of 120 mph. Then you just have to trust the parachute opens. Dan and I both jumped. I originally bought a tandem jump for him for Christmas 2007, but he never went being so sick in 2008, so I made him buy me a jump for Christmas 2008 and we’d both go. Never went over the summer and the weekend of November 7, 2009 was perfect weather. Clear, clear clear. We got to the field about 2:30 p.m., and it was busy since it had rained most of the prior month. We watched about 40-50 jumpers before us. The wait was a buzz kill, but once we were on deck, it went really quickly. We ended up being the last jump of the day. We had the sunset jump.