The way to go. I didn't skydive, hell's bells, just going up in a plane freaks me out. We used to cross the Atlantic at least twice a year for well over twenty five years, not once did I see the inside of the plane's toilet. Get in the plane, take my seat, fasten seat belt, stay put until we landed. No drinks, (I might need to pee,) no meals, nothing, just sit there scared witless, afraid that an impromptu skydive might be required.
What I did do though, with feet on terra firma, was to drive a steam train engine. Well not exactly drive it, I shovelled coal into the burner, turned the knobs and dials as directed and got my hands and face thoroughly blackened, it was wonderful. And I was 74 not 87, but give me time.