Cliff jumping - wow, I'm still in the air

            It took very hot weather and a bunch of teenagers (our beloved piano-mover gang) to get me out to the jumping rocks, a family favorite. There are 4-foot and 10-foot jumps to warm up, then the big mama, which we estimate at about 30-feet. Somehow it seems most appealing as a group event.
            We had it all – the daredevil flippers, the splatters, the mug-for-the-camera hams, the double-jumpers, the half-hour-on-the-precipice lingerer (she finally did it!). I leapt twice, which might be enough for this year, though I may want to clock in a cliff jump at 60…
            Believe me, it looks a lot higher from the top down than from across the cove. I remember my time as a lingerer. As my sister-in-law said, there is a particular thrill when you leap from high enough that you have time to think along the way: “Wow, I’m still in the air.”
 
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