I went skydiving with 8 good friends for my 30th birthday. We camped, we partied, we fell, we flew. It was the best weekend of my 30s.
Take off.
Flying through the sky.
Erin, back on the ground.
Trevor, Kiehl, and Rory prepare for their jump. A stranger molests my dog.
Boarding the flight to 14,000 feet.
Plane poops people. (At 120 mph.)
Dogs for warmth. It got down in the 30s at night. Jake wore his new birthday sweater.
Cleve explains to me how I'm going to fall and fly, and not die.
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