The second day I went out to see Snookums jump was much much better. (for me!) Snookums actually hadn't got back to the hotel room until after 10 p.m. the night before. (And keep in mind, he had left that morning at 2 a.m. and had to go BACK in at 4 a.m. Poor Snookums couldn't catch a break!)
I was much more calm about the second day, third jump. It was prettier outside and much warmer day, and there were quite a few more families out at the drop zone! It was nice to hang out on the bleachers instead of in my car, and talk with some of the families. My favorite was a man who also had gone to airborne school there in Georgia, and was there to see his son jump!
I got out there a little later than the day before, around 11 a.m. and was there just in time to catch Snookums first jump of the day! I was even able to get some shots of him running in from the field!!
And this time, after his jump, he was cheesing super hard- (see picture!) I think on his second jump he was definitely more comfortable with the whole thing. (As comfortable as you can be with jumping out of a moving plane!)
Snookums was a little covered in dirt, and actually said that he didn't have the best landing that time. There apparently was some area that had good old Georgia dirt, that is all soft and sandy, and then hard grassy ground. Poor Snookums said he missed the more desirable dirt and hit the hard ground and got dragged a bit by his parachute. Sounds like SO MUCH FUN! right?
|Snookums said those helmets were crazy itchy. HAHA You would see the guys take|
them off after they made it over to the holding area, and rub/scratch their heads like CRAZY!
|My hubbs is good lookin'! And I'm super proud of him :)|
|My trusty boots. bought them for next to nothing, had them for years, and they are|
beat up/scruffed up to perfection! :)