I did a static dive out of the Snohomish place. Spent about 4-5 hours getting some instruction, crawled in a plane that looked like it could barely fly, climbed up to 3,000 feet, hand-over-handed out on a strut under the wing, smiled for a photo, let go, counted to 5, and THANKED GLUB when the chute tried to push my 'nads out through my throat.

From there, the view from 3,000 is awesome and the instructors talking in your helmet guide you down to your landing.

Or, you can take the easy way down and do a tandem dive. Way more freefall and you don't really have to do a whole lot, other than enjoy the show.

I'm glad I did the static, as it's completely YOUR ASS that's on the line if the chute fails. You either payed attention in class, or we'll be reading about your pancake death on the news.