The place was packed to the gills, we had free BBQ and awesome live music courtesy of Mutz Nutz first outdoors and then indoors for 6 straight hours, and everybody had a great time.
I worked without a break until we closed (hungry!), so Fockler, Andy, and I got Fergburger and called it a night.
I awoke Monday feeling a bit like I needed a cleansing of sorts. Fortunately, I had planned ahead for this scenario and hopped on my bike towards the Kawarau Bridge...
I've got a couple mates out there; Ethel had also called ahead and set a couple things up (thanks E!). And so the royal treatment began.
Chris and Adam asked if I wanted to touch the water; I told 'em I didn't want a dry spot on my body. They hauled out a couple extra meters of cord, made jokes about both Finding Nemo and The Hunt for Red October, and ran me through the proper trajectory to ensure a good dip. Jump too far out here and you use up the bungy cord before you touch the water...
I was counting on a warm day; unfortunately, the cloud cover hadn't burned off yet and it was quite chilly.
I'm officially freezing my balls off
No countdown here; the attitude at the Bridge is "go when you're ready." From 43m up, the water looked like it was warmer than the air, so I didn't need much motivation.
Dropping...
And as promised, they put me in all the way to my toes.
Inspecting the riverbed
And, of course, the video:
Yes, it's kinda weird to be fished into a river; it's like swift water rescue for the gravity-impaired.
So again, a huge thanks to E for the hookup and to Katie, Wayne, Chris, and Adam for a textbook jump. And for putting up with my choice of wardrobe. :)
