Every time I go I force myself to jump from the edge like you see these fellas doing. This picture was made from 7 shots snapped in a row and then photoshopped together so you can see the one guy jumping. It may not look like it's that high, but trust me - when you're standing on that edge it sure seems really far to the bottom.
The first time I jumped it one of the guys there told me to make sure I went straight in and pointed my hands and feet in and to close my eyes tight or my eye lids would peel back. I managed to do that the first 3 or 4 times. About the 5th time I jumped I left my hands open when I slapped the water. Palms flat to the earth.
I had black and blue hands for awhile.
I have no idea why I keep jumping it. I'll be 50 before too long, 3 or 4 years. I guess I'm getting to that stage where I know that at some point I won't, or shouldn't, do things like this and I don't want to give them up. I go to Edge Falls about once, maybe twice a year and camp out on the ground. I cook over an open fire and sleep on the ground looking up at all of God's great wonder in the universe as I fall asleep. And I keep jumping.
Well see . . .