What Happens When You Take Me To The Edge Of A Cliff?

I love thrill, add speed and I have my drink of choice.
Yes indeed.

It was the middle of the summer, 2009. Hot, very...very Hot summer. Some days seem oh so humid. Welcome to New York in the summer...

My girlfriend at the time, Kerry, whom lived in my house graciously offered a weekend getaway at a family cottage up in the woods of Upstate New York. Literally, this home was a cabin (in the woods) located on the border of New York and Vermont. I had been there several times before...
It's quiet and serene....almost secretive! Hidden within nature.
*I love nature...I just wished everyone else did too*

Only drawback, redneck cops busting chops...word to the cops, don't bust my chops!

Anyhow, the second day we are up in the woods we take a short trip over the border to Dorset, Vermont. Quaint. Cute. Homely. Charming little town. Old and rich with history. I could have sworn that I have never seen stone like that before...decorating roads and borders of neighboring walls. Pretty!

We come across a five story deep marble quarry. The oldest in America. It hasn't been used in decades...abandoned to time and weather...
Filled with a dark, dark cold blue water...calm as can be.
We walk around the periphery, hiking along a wooded path...a path that brought us up a few stories high...overlooking the outskirts of man made nature...beautiful in its own right.
The path came to an end...now there was rock to climb up.
Kerry is part monkey, I am all athlete...the climb was no issue for either of us.
We reach an apex point...
Kerry approached the cliff's edge.
I sensed her nervousness, her lack of courage to spring off the top...and and far below into a cold refreshing reservoir...
She chuckles almost as a means to muster false confidence....
Standing two meters behind Kerry, and mind you, I am no fan of heights nor falling them...I think to myself, she always gets me in these uncompromising (and unnecessary) situations.
I wait...and wait for Kerry to decide what she wants...
And I know what she wants...
To jump...
Probably has never made this jump, yet has made this trip before...in hopes of, will this be my day???
Four...five seconds tick bye...

**** it, i think to myself...I hate heights, but you only live once. I ran right for Kerry, grabbed her wrist and Jumped...high and far bringing with me a guest...yes!
Now, my weight fluctuates somewhere around One Hundred Kilograms...and I am muscular weight.
Kerry is all of 50 to 53 kilograms...half my weight, with a quarter of my muscle at most...

Off in the air we go...she follows against her will...
The free fall feels like an eternity...
Yet ends with a cold hard crashing splash
The whole way down, I heard my little Kerry scream, curse, hiss and cuss....flailing, kicking, hitting and scratching...as i said, The Whole Way Down!
We hit water and continue to torpedo down...deep and fast...Oxygen got scarce, but i knew i would eventually change directions and resurface...
This is the part I truly love and detest of jumping into the depths of the unknown...when will I get there....and how successful will I be once I get there...

We surface, she screams a little more...looks at me with a drained smile, leans in and gives me a kiss.

"Thank You"

"You are welcome"
Ferric67 Ferric67
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May 5, 2012