I got married two weeks ago, and here are some of the pictures from the two big events of the stag that preceded it. It turned out to be a macho, testosterone-filled day as these things are wont to turn out. I thoroughly enjoyed it though, and wish I’d known a bit more about guns going in. In any case, it was a blast and most of the lads you see in the vids are some of the finest I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet.
First, the two-hour arsenal-emptying projectile-fest at the DVC, in Coquitlam.
Next up was the skydiving experience. Originally scheduled for the early morning, this was postponed to the following day because of bad weather. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, since the better weather allowed us to fly higher and consequently, get a longer period of freefall. I felt no fear until I was almost at the altitude limit. When one of the more experienced people in the plane jumped out in his squirrel suit and disappeared in the blink of an eye, I felt the first tremulous stirrings of fear in my belly. As my tandem instructor ordered me to move to the front of the plane and sit with my feet hanging off the edge, my leaden limbs obeyed. But then, as I was perched on the edge, at 10,200 feet with nothing between my feet and the Earth below, I froze. I couldn’t move as he told me to jump and finally he had to shove us both off the plane. As you can see, it resulted in a bit of a somersault, with the sun appearing both above and below me. Absolutely exhilarating and will definitely do again….in a decade or so when I wish to feel truly alive again!