Seven of the fifteen of us were prepped and ready to jump; Atleast that was the consensus when we left for the bridge. We start our way up a muddy path to the large steel bridge, and the sounds of the river below start to build. I'm terrified, but determined to cross this off my life's To-Do list. By the time it came to signing our names on the sign up sheet, only 3 of us had committed to the jump.I spit into the river below, and manage to count to 5- Just long enough to let you know you're high up, short enough to make you wonder about the length of the rope.

Both my friends go before me, as luck would have it. I watch excitedly, while being fitted into my harness. Soon to be attached to the rope that will be literally saving my life in a few minutes. Harnesses checked, rope attached, a gate at the side of the bridge opens, exposing me to the jump-pad I move to on cue. I awkwardly shuffle my feet to the edge, ironically trying not to trip and fall. With nothing to stop me from falling, river rushing and churning below, I start to think this may not be a very bright idea. An attendant yells a countdown, which in a weird and effective way, pushes you without shoving you.

I jump, not fully prepared for the sensations I could have reasonably foreseen. That feeling you get when you're leaning on something that can't quite support your weight so it falls over, only amplified to a level where you think you're going to die. I get out the words "OH SHI-" before I realize that it's all part of the experience. The freezing wind, moist with the cool water from below rushes all over. A few disorienting bounces later, and you're done;  Being reeled up to the top like a large fish.

tl;dr, A must-do. Definitely going again.