At this skydiving convention today, I was supposed to be able to get inside the fences and up in a plane, none of that panned out, bogus. My contact was busy in meeting the whole time I was there…but that’s ok.
I sat on the bench with other spectators. Vicki (on the right) has always wanted to skydive, parasail, and go for a hot air balloon ride. She jumped a few years ago. “Parasailing was dull after skydiving” she told me. This couple took time out of their fully booked week to catch one night of color parachutes raining in the hazy blue Rantoul sky.

They’re blowing up hot air balloons in the background, people jump out of them at about 4,500 feet…about 1/3 the height of jumping from a plane.