I don’t think we realize how much we take for granted that the ground we’re walking on is actually right under our feet.
13,000 feet up… …it’s sortof … not… right under your feet. And it wasn’t really until I was sitting at the edge of the open plane, dangling my feet into the 60-70knots wind and looking down at the ground that I thought, “Damn, was this really a good idea?” But by that point it’s too late and you’re out the door and everything is silky smooth.
