After a wind delay threatened to spoil the day, I finally jumped out of an airplane just after twelve noon (PST) today.

I can’t stop thinking about the moment my body left the plane.

Then the floating sensation, like all time had stopped, the pacific ocean sprawled out in front of me.

Crazy, man.

I am headed to Santa Monica upon the posting of this, but will do a write up on the whole experience this week.

My father has promised that he will go on his 80th birthday.

Mark it down.