My first Solo
Last night I made my first “pure” solo jump. It was the situation that the weather had been shit for a month some people were away others had written off the night as a no-go and as I stood looking out of the kitchen window doing the washing up I noticed that the night was still – not how it was forecast. It was 1am and there is no way that my jumping partner is going to do a 5 hour round journey. I grabbed my kit and off I went into the night. The 1 hour drive to the object I was questioning all the possible risks involved in going solo. Maybe I was even trying to talk myself out of it. I arrived at the parking spot grabbed my gear – locked the car and lit a cigarette – I took a walk to the object and although normally a light breeze at ground level it was still. It was a perfect jumping night and I was alone at 2am with only the stars and object as company. I accessed the object and started my ascent. I had some time for some very interesting introspection. I am but still a baby in this sport – but if ever there is a time where the confirmation happens that you are doing this only for yourself – this was it! On top I took some time to take in the view – this is my time and there is no one else around to have any influence on this – its purely you. I kit up and take some time to feel good. I know people think soloing is a bad thing – but I know the risks and I had accepted them. I climb onto the exit and look around at the view and feel. I jump – I feel alive – I land – I gather up and make my way to the car I cant get rid of the smile on my face!
Jumping with friends is great, – but I have just found that solos are more personal.
as a note - i know the dangers and the risks involved - which is why i will not be doing them (that much!

edited as i wish i had the grasp of language to exactly explain the feelings - but those that know will know what i am trying (poorly) to explain!