Before you read this post this is me at the bottom after the jump, its one of my better angles.
Over my brief span on this earth, I’ve done a lot of different jumping activities. I’ve competed in school triple jump, long jump and high jump (I never came close to winning but I tried my best). I’ve also gone cliff jumping, jumped out of planes, and all sorts of jumps in between. What I’m about to tell you about is a new type of jumping for me. The bungee jump.
This was going to be my first bungee jump and it couldn’t have been a cooler setup. Somewhere along the Ottawa River, you’ll find a crane that swings over it at a height of 150-feet. This 150-foot crane is the tallest bungee jump in Ontario; it stood tall and proud, owning its designation as the tallest.
To get to the top of the beast, I had to climb what felt like a million ladder rungs but in reality, it might have only been 150 or so. There was a small platform to stand on after every 25 rungs for you to look around the beautiful surroundings. As I climbed higher, the view got even more amazing. The climb up was incredible in its own right, but knowing that I had a fast track method to get down, I climbed faster and faster, eager to get to the top.
Once I got to the top, there was a small wait before it was my turn at the edge. The wait was made easy though with the stunning 360-degree view of the Ottawa River and the surrounding area. There was a constant movement of people, and I got to watch a few of them as they prepared to jump off a 150-foot crane with just a glorified elastic band attached to their ankles. My friend Sam even climbed up to take a jump of his own, and we got to spend time at the top together.
Finally, it was my time. I had to make the walk from the waiting zone to the front of the crane. This is the area where the final jump was going to happen, where I was going to be tied into my harness and have a giant bungee cable attached to my feet. This was the time I thought, ‘why am I doing this?’
I was here for one reason, and that reason was to jump. No way I was backing out. I’ve gone skydiving after all, how much scarier could this be? While they were strapping me up, they asked me a very important question, if I wanted to get wet. My answer was that I would be disappointed if I wasn’t soaked. They changed some tension settings, and it was finally time to jump. I was strapped in and ready to go, with a long elastic band attached to my ankles.
I got a countdown: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I jumped. The wait was over, I was doing my first bungee jump.
I was in the air for less than 5 seconds before I hit the water and plunged up to my waist in the Ottawa River. I didn’t even have time to think about holding my breath as I hit the water. The jump was exhilarating and was absolutely worth it to get to jump from the tallest point bungee in Ontario.
This is the stuff I live for, moments where time freezes and you’re just living life. Living for experiences like this is what it means to be intrepid. I think the only logical thing to do next is the tallest bungee in Canada. Anyone know where that is?