Have you ever had that feeling when you're falling and you've just been falling for too long? The other day we went to a beautiful little paradise in the middle of a desert, an oasis. It was a small refreshing pool at the bottom of a warm waterfall, fifty or so feet above. Naturally I needed to jump off from the waterfall; what else was it there for? As I climbed up the slippery rock in my wet Chacos holding my GoPro, I managed to make my way up the rock and onto the ledge next to the waterfall, which was pouring into the green-blue water below. It was then that I realized that it was actually a lot higher up here than it seemed like from the pool below. With only one direction left to continue, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and ran off. I was falling with my arms and legs flailing everywhere, and then I was still falling, so not sure what else to do I kept flailing in panic as if by some miracle my arms would create faster moving air above them then below them creating lift. But by then I realized that my feet had hit the water and the stinging from my hand was from it slapping the water at almost 40 miles per hour. As I resurfaced I thought "let's do that again".