Awesome pictures, but they gave me the chills. I hate heights, and get queazy watching that stuff. My husband parachuted a lot, and I used to fly with him. I tried not to look down, and after a while, when the infatuation part was gone, I stayed on the ground, unless he really wanted me up there. Once, he jumped into my sister's backyard. She was a hog farmer, so the backyard was large. We had to take the door off the plane because it opened from the wrong direction. I was sitting by the door with my camera. After he made the jump, I yelled, "I lost him", so the pilot flipped the plane on it's side, and part of me was hanging almost outside. I thought I was going to throw up and/or pass out. My family was watching from below, and saw me, and thought I was falling out of the plane. They have pics of that event. Pat was a crazy Irishman, who loved adventure. I was crazy for him, so went along with it.