Dive in, the water’s fine!
More than once, my late father said those words to me–usually when I was doubting whether I could do something I really wanted to do. He lived his life that way. Ironically, however, he could not swim.
It is an impressive feat–partly because the diving distance is 130 feet, but perhaps even more daunting is the fact that the target area for the diver is an inlet that is only 23 feet wide and 13 feet deep. The water is not still at all–waves crash into the rocks and keep things stirred up at all times. Of course, diving off stone cliffs (and climbing up them) barefoot is pretty awesome, too.
The divers, several of whom I met afterwards when I gave them a contribution from all of us, are said to be professionals. They are short and very compact physically, and frankly, look very young (from a distance they look like children).
I observed shrines at the top. Traditionally, the divers pray to the Virgin of Guadalupe before taking the plunge.
It is said, “Courage is fear that has said its prayers.” I think I understand that a little better now.