The picture in today’s post was taken from a helicopter tour on the Big Island of Hawaii.
I was screwed. The sky diving lessons if I was going to land in the lava on my first solo jump, the money wasn’t well spent on lesson.
Not that landing in a pit of molten core was okay on any jump, but on the first it was going to be a real bummer. Alice would post the video on Utube and I wouldn’t be there to see it go viral.
It’s not as if I didn’t understand the risks, that’s a big part of the fun. Maybe I misjudged the additional risk of having a jump coach who was hot for my girlfriend. I mean really, who lets someone jump out of a plane this close to the volcano? Maybe if I pull on this cord, I can land far enough away that I can walk out. I’m sure that jerk is not planning to rescue me.
Okay, that worked a bit, but I have no idea how close I can get and still not burn up in a horror story classic ending. Oh, crap. The heat from the caldera is melting the lines. Oh, not just the lines, the damn parachute is going. And now I’m dropping an anvil on a Roadrunner cartoon.
I hope Alice at least posts a link on my Facebook page.