Right, so when we left off, we were hot and sweaty after a rousing game of wiffle ball. With high fives all around, we began to troop down the hill to the main wharf. There were lots of nervous giggles in the air as those of us who know how cold Maine ocean water is attempted to prepare those who didn’t.
Some of us donned life jackets:
Everyone who was jumping gathered at the edge of the wharf, while a crowd of bystanders grouped behind us. Jenna gamely hopped into a Whaler, and we waited as she and her boat driver maneuvered around the pot buoys to get the best angle possible.
With everyone in place and holding hands, it was go time! My Dad, the Coast Guard captain, was the only one with enough authority to actually make everyone jump at the same time (it’s reallllly easy to chicken out at the last minute!), so he called out 1! 2! 3! and we all leapt off the edge!
Yes, I’m the one dropping like a rock. There were a few stragglers, of course, so some of us waited in the water until everyone had jumped. Others made a beeline for the ladder.
A few were even brave enough to jump a second (or third!) time! The groom took a turn on the rope swing:
The sisters jumped together:
Kim had the most picturesque jump of the day:
And Jonathan, the most impressive:
I have to say, this part of the day was was SO FUN! I was super impressed with how many people got into it and participated, and we got so amazing pictures to remember everything by.
After we dried off, there was just enough time for a quick rehearsal (this time with bells and groomsmen!), ceremony chair setting-up party, and shower before it was time to head into town for the welcome dinner.
All photos by the talented Jenna Cole!