I think it was 1991 or 1992. Sharon, DJ and I went down to
After several days of the Jazz Fest we decided to head over to the Creole Festival in
I have a personal ambition to skydive in every state and hadn’t jumped in
I left the girls behind and took the car south to a small drop zone I’d found in my research.
The DZ was incredibly primitive. The outhouse was a plywood shack with a hole filled with lime to kill the odor. The manifest shack looked pretty much the same.
They had one Cessna 182 and a grass runway that was built up over a field like a dirt levee.
What really struck me was that, instead of talking their first time jump students down with a radio, they used a series of colored paddles. It looked like some kind of semaphore.
From the air I could see
As I swooped in for a fast landing my feet skied along the grass spraying a tail of water behind me. The water was just below the grass and you couldn’t see it.
I asked what the deal was with all the water.
“Didn’t you know this entire part of the state is a swamp?”