Cliff jumping in Colorado Springs was a thrilling experience. On a sunny afternoon, we rowed towards the cliff in our raft. It loomed above the rushing water of Arkansas River, blocking out the sun, like a giant over a pond. We pulled to the edge and quickly trekked up the cliff and readied ourselves for the jump. When I was ready, I walked to the edge and took a deep breath and jumped. The sensation of falling was like being in the middle of an earthquake, I was vibrating everywhere. When I hit the water it was similar to the feeling of being submerged in ice cubes. When my head broke the surface of the frigid water, the air smells like the fresh scent of pine. No matter what happens, I will never forget cliff jumping in the Arkansas