After the tour ended and the door shut in the room, I was left standing alone with this giant, salt-water, space shuttle looking machine, staring back at me. Now I should mention, I cannot swim and I’ve never been a fan of smaller, enclosed spaces. I begin to question if I could actually do this, but I knew that I had to try it, at least, once.
I still recall the feeling of the salt water encompassing my feet as I first entered the tank, I took a deep breath and lied back. Rocking in the water, I remember lifting my hands from the base of the tank… I was floating, I was actually floating! As a non-swimmer, this was an absolute first for me and it felt incredible. I lied there for a few minutes and just took it all in. Confidence assured, I reached up and shut the hatch, breathing deeply as the water settled back around my body.
The remaining sixty or so minutes passed in a blur of conscious and unconscious thoughts. As the chanting sounds awoke me from my semi-conscious slumber, I pushed the hatch open and exited the tank. I felt refreshed and recharged, and I realized this first float was only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I knew I had found something special, and I knew I would be back again.