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Idaho Bungee Jump

See that little dot on the bridge?  Yeah, that's a truck... "Hey," Colin says, "let's jump off of a perfectly good, solid structure, and risk life and limb for a wild thrill!"  (Please note that this may not be an exact quote...)  I shrug, "sure, why not?  I have long term disability insurance."

The Perrine Bridge in Twin Falls, Idaho.  486' above the water.  We drove across the bridge before we could get out to have a look over the edge...  this didn't look so bad at all!

The view from the bridge.  Perhaps it's a little higher than I'd expected...  I'd seen a couple of pictures, but that doesn't truly prepare you for the real thing, for actually being there, looking over the edge.

I had agreed to this...  was I insane??  This is what I had consented to for my first jump?!

Holy... fuck... I cannot begin to properly describe the feeling as I awkwardly clambered onto the railing in preparation to jump.  "Holy...  fuck..." was the only thing I could muster.  There was no platform or ladder; there was me, the railing, and a helping hand.  My legs were shaking, my knees weak...  my reach was restricted by the ankle harness, making it even harder to fumble up onto the railing.  Imagine, if you will, being on the edge of an almost 500' drop; add to that the fear of slipping and whacking yourself on the edge...  The railing itself seemed to add another 50'!  Every truck that passed subtly bounced the bridge, and every breeze  was suddenly noticeable! 
Somebody change my shorts! The deal was that everyone would count down from five.  If you didn't jump by the time they hit zero, you owed the JumpMaster a six-pack.  Well, I'd be damned if that was gonna happen!  "5..."  Jesus, that's a long way down  "4..."  Okay, deep breath, crouch on two  "3..."  exhale and jump on one  "2..."  fuck this!  crouch and jump!

I prayed that I wouldn't panic, that I wouldn't start flailing about as a previous jumper had; that, too, carried a penalty of a six-pack!  Hold the arms back, fall straight downwards, and remember to tuck at the peak of the first bounce.  Suffice it to say that I didn't end up owing the JumpMaster anything.

No one thought that B would jump.  I have to say, she's got more balls than most people I know!  This was her first time jumping as well!  She seemed really nervous, but handled herself like a pro...  she looked like she'd done this a few times before.
Being as light as she was, B got quite a bounce! 
There was no truck or winch to pull us back up; we relied on the other jumpers for manual extraction from our situation.  A rope was lowered on a ring that went around the bungee cord.  Once we hooked ourselves in, the others would haul us back up.  This part, believe it or not, was almost 'worse' than the jump itself; spinning and dangling precariously by a single clamp, slowly being pulled back up to the top...
Once near the top, we had to be careful not to bump into the edge of the bridge.  Let me tell ya, it was a task and a half to let go of the rope in order to push away from the bridge! 
I had asked someone who wasn't jumping to take pictures for us, but they hadn't realized that Colin was part of our group; we, therefore, have no pictures of his first jump... that's okay, cuz he went a second time.  This time, however, he went off backwards!
I cannot imagine...  to not be able to see what's coming!  A completely different experience, I'm sure...  perhaps next time I'll try this, whenever that may be.