When Mark and I were first married, we spent a lot of time traveling, and probably at least half of our vacations were to visit Mark's brother, Daniel. Daniel is in the Navy, so he was stationed all over the place. In 2005, we visited him and his then-wife Rechelle in San Diego and made a loop to Vegas and back. In 2007, we made an impromptu week-long trip to Vegas and stayed with him in his timeshare condo. In 2008, we visited him in Virginia Beach. In 2010, we met up with him, his wife Iryna and daughter Sophie in San Diego. In 2011, we visited him and his family in Washington State.
When we went to see him in Virginia Beach, we had a lot of fun traveling around the state of Virginia and up to Washington DC and back to Virginia Beach. One of the first days we were there, we decided to go para-sailing. To be honest, I hadn't really ever thought of para-sailing as being that adventurous before. And really, it's not that adventurous: It's pretty tame as far as adventure goes. But it was still one of the coolest things I've done.
Mark and I went together and went 1200 feet in the air. and for the most part, it was extremely peaceful. I was shocked at just exactly how peaceful it was up there. It took a little while, however, to get used to the creaking straps, and it was honestly a little freaky, thinking about falling 1200 feet into the ocean should the straps break.
