Oh No! My Altimeter is Broken: Tales from a Crazy Skydiving Student Jump C-2, for the second time. Jump 7. It had been nearly two months since I had last jumped due to weather. This time I was with Andy. I was excited to fly with Andy. He was a newly minted AFF instructor, and he had done my ground school and talked me down on radio, so I trusted him. This jump was uneventful except for the fact that I had a few more nerves than usual, given the long break between jumps. Thankfully, I got to the dz early, stalked the wind board, reviewed the SIM, and got a great refresher from Andy before gearing up and getting on the plane. This time, I was waving off and pulling lower than ever before, at 5,000 feet. I was nervous to deploy at such a low altitude (I know! I know! It's really NOT low). I spent my time on the ride up to altitude reviewing the dive flow with Andy and noting specific altitudes--my decision altitude, ...
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