Jumping off the “Summer Bridge” at Martha’s Vineyard…

Nobody told me I had to do it.

It’s just one of those because it’s there kind of decisions.

I had done it years and years ago with the kids when they were young.  And courageously enthusiastic about such things.

Then it became somewhat of a tradition.  Each year, Barry and I would drive to the Cape, take the Island Queen from Falmouth to Martha’s Vineyard, rent bikes and hightail it down to that Summer Bridge that made us scream with fear and exhilaration.

So… here we were all those years later.

And here was the Summer Bridge, albeit repaired with new timber and railings and maybe, maybe even a bit higher.  Or so it seemed to me.

But here we were.  Barry, Jane, Brian and me.

OK.  OK.

Brian’s in.

I’m in.

(Jane and Brian had made a couple of leaps a few weekends earlier on their mini-Honeymoon.)

Let’s do it.  ‘Cuz it’s there.

OK. Balance. You cannot believe how windy it is, standing up there.  Then hearing kids yelling, “GO!  GO!”

Now or never becomes NOW!

Fast. Fabulous.  FUN.

So one more time, with Barry…

That beam is narrow.  And it’s SO windy!

Now or never round 2…

You almost can’t see Barry, blending into the colors of the bridge.  But he’s there.  Brian’s up to his left.

And me hovering in the air.

Fast. Fabulous. FUN.

And yes, I did it one more time!