Over the weekend, my husband went skydiving. Of a sort. He went flying at iFly, an indoor skydiving facility that uses a wind tunnel to simulate jumping from an airplane. In my opinion, a much safer and saner alternative. Yes, I write about daring missions and adventurous heroes and love it. But in my stories, I have complete control over what happens and who dies. In real life, not so much. So I prefer to play it safe.
I was the hubby’s adoring crowd. And I held his coat and wallet while he flew. Basically, I doubled as his locker, which they offered for free. But, still, an important part of the mission. I did take the fifteen-minute class with him and learned all the hand signals before he suited up and went to the wind tunnel. You can’t hear a thing in the flying chamber so you have to watch for the instructor’s signals. My favorite signal—the one for relax. Relaxing is the key to successful flying. And something to remember in life—want a happy flight? Relax and enjoy.
The actual flight session was half an hour divided among about eight participants. Each flight lasted one to two minutes and each skydiver had two to four flights. The peanut gallery and I had a great time watching our loved ones bumble around in the chamber, I mean, fly. If you go to watch, be sure and stay for the end. The instructor puts on a show worth seeing and really flies like Superman. Now that looks like fun!
My husband iFlying
This is the perfect adventure for the weekend spy wannabe or adventure enthusiast. My husband had so much fun flying, he even laughed when I told him he reminded me a bit of Rocky the Flying Squirrel.
