My father-in-law Tim has asked that very question countless times. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that when Clark did it, he didn't call to tell his folks until after he had both feet back on the ground.
Ages ago, back in July when I wasn't a good blogger, my parents and aunt came down from Maryland to visit us. That weekend, we were to celebrate my dad's 60th (!!) birthday, and what he wanted most of all was to go skydiving! I've always wanted to go, but Clark really had his hopes up so I wanted him to go instead. We got up early on a Saturday morning, drove about 45 minutes to a rural airport, and Clark and my dad got a 20 minute overview of "the plan" from their certified tandem dudes.
We had to wait our turn for the plane, but then it was time! My mom, aunt, and I watched from the ground for about half an hour while the itty bitty prop plane circled its way up to about 14,000 feet. Then we saw 1......... then 2 parachutes open! Horray! After about a minute of freefall, they floated down for about 6-7 minutes, and Clark even did some fun little corkscrew things!
They both had great landings and couldn't stop telling us how great it was! I can't wait to do it someday - and I will!
Look at them all the way up there! Wow!
Clark's in the middle with the red parachute, and my dad's in the top right with the blue one!
Clark and my dad, safe and sound!
Sorry for the picture quality... I forgot my camera and had to take pictures with my iPhone!