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Lots of prayers were being said I imagine. That is a long fall, and the distance of recovery was extremely close to not being successful. Skin of the teeth comparison comes to mind.

I jumped off a 100 foot high cliff at an old abandoned rock quarry. We sat around for quite a few minutes before I said, ah to heck with it. Stood up ran for the edge and screamed Geronimo as I leaped off the edge.

As I had cleared the edge is when I noticed a large rock directly below where I was headed for. I had my arms out to the sides of me making circling motions to keep myself upright, because landing anyway other than feet first was not an option.

I hit the water and braced myself for impact with that rock I had seen. Well, that rock quarry had the clearest water I had ever seen in my life. I finally came to a stop and was relieved to have not hit that rock. Yet was wondering how that could have even been possible, but nonetheless extremely thankful. I estimated that I had probably gone about 10 feet below the surface. So, I casually began swimming to the surface, but seemed to be making it no closer to the surface. Panic began to set in and I started a more rapid ascent. When I finally hit the surface I estimated that I had gone about 30 to 35 feet below the surface, not 10 feet.

Let's just say that was my only jump from that height. I had survived it once. I wasn't about to push it again. 🤣

But it was exhilarating.

Seeing me alive the other three made the jump also, after receiving my tips of how to do it successfully. We all went home in one piece thankfully.