Just Chute Me.

Do you guys have a life list?  It is a very trendy thing for bloggers to do now, which is exactly why I don’t have one–but if I did–parasailing would totally be on it.   I have wanted to go parasailing since I was aware it even existed–at least twenty years.

When The Husband and I were on our honeymoon, we were going to go parasailing in the Bahamas.  We were on the boat.  They started putting on our harnesses…and, the boat broke!  No parasailing for us that day.  The Husband hoped I would forget about it, it seems he never really even WANTED to go pararsailing, he was just going to do it for his new bride!  I did NOT forget.  I did my research and we found Just Chute Me in Destin.  Their reviews were hands down the best.  I booked a “flight” for myself and told them I would be bringing two observers along.

We drove out a good ways off shore.  Honestly the view from the boat was spectacular, but I did not notice since I had few pterodactyls in my stomach.

My inner dialogue : “This is going to be fun. This is going to be fun.  For heavens sake smile so The Son does not freak.  If I die, it will be a cool way to go.”

Please do not be blinded by my thighs.  We Huckablogs are pale people who firmly believe in sunscreen.

“This is not scary!  This is awesome! Beautiful!  Peaceful!”

“Ooh.  Look!  I see fish!”

“No worries, I am having FUN!”

“This is so worth every dime (we got a discount for The Son and all of us were given the coupon rate, it was $90 for all three of us, not including tip–which you should absolutely do.).  I have never seen such colors of blue and green.”

“It is impossibly QUIET up here.  I am a Mother of a Pre-Schooler, I NEVER hear NOTHING.”

Back on board the boat,  someone is not so thrilled his mother is 800 feet up.  He wants his mama back.

The boat stopped and I just kinda dangled there.

They had asked if I wanted my toes to get dipped.  I said yes. Knees? Yes.  Hips? Yes.  Back? Um.  Shoulders? No.  This all seemed fine before I went up and even while I was up in the air–but as they pulled me in to “dip” me?  I saw HUGE JELLYFISH!!

I am not exaggerating for blogs sake here–THERE WERE JELLYFISH BIGGER THAN A MIATA.  LOTS OF THEM.  And I was being “dipped” right on top of them.  I was thinking of that scene in Finding Nemo where Marlin and Dory were jumping on top of the jellyfish so as not to get stung.  “So stay on top?  What was I thinking?  You DO NOT TAKE SAFETY ADVICE FROM A PIXAR MOVIE.  Well.  I hope it does not hurt too bad.”

I had jellyfish all around me, but did NOT get stung once.  I think that they were really deep but I could not tell since I was so high when I spotted them.  Those sun bleached boat drivers knew exactly what they were doing.

Little boy was glad mama was back.  I was glad for the hugs and kisses–but had SO MUCH FUN.  I would do it a thousand times more.  Just wait–as soon as this kid hits six–we are going together.

It was a good way to spend a Wednesday morning–and we ALL had fun.

Photo credits: The Husband and blond beach bum driver dude. (my camera)

More beach pictures soon!

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