So yesterday I went “cliff diving” with the people I work with. We went to this place in St. Paul, Indiana where one of their jumping platforms is ten meters above the water. That’s about twenty feet and a little more than a one second fall. That may not sound like much, but when you leap off a ledge of that distance, it feels like you experience every millisecond. I only jumped that one once. It was duly terrifying.
As for some background info on this place, it’s called St. Paul Cliffs. It’s an old quarry (I think it’s actually three) that’s been filled with water and that has platforms to jump from and zipline. There was even a rope you could swing into the water with (from a little more than ten feet up once you were done swinging). In sum, the place was a lot of fun. Fairly cheap and fairly safe. Although I still hold it’s pretty sketch.
Sketchballs might be a better word for that. Haha, it was nice enough, but it’s kind of a “good luck”-style event. No lifeguards, the staff mostly just check for glass bottles in the car and the waiver signs away your right to…well just about everything.
HOWEVER, this all allowed me to do a backflip off the zipline into the water. Probably the most Beast thing I’ve done in a while. I was one of like twenty people I saw go down on that thing who even tried it. Bam Awesomeness.
Then again, I did slam my face into the water from more than ten feet up.