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BASE JUMPING

I guess it all starts somewhere.  I remember jumping off of the roof into a huge pile of blankets and sofa pillows, with an umbrella and a prayer. Needless to say, umbrellas do not make great canopies.  Neither do kites, blankets, and wings made from garbage bags duct taped to tent poles. We never told our parents of our adventures because we are quite sure we'd be dead by now.  And not from the fall!

Many years later, I began skydiving--which I still thoroughly enjoy.  But once I stepped off my first wall, that's a whole 'nother crack dealer.  I actually never intended on getting into B.A.S.E.  I had definitely thought about it due to the friends around me, but for me the idea of jumping from a big wall scared the crap out of me. 

Sure,  I could understand planes, maybe bridges, even really tall antennas, but a rock face?   It was the actual moment of disconnecting from the earth which I could not begin to imagine myself doing.  Sure, I wished I had it in me to bring myself to do it. But, I just couldn't wrap my head around it and thought I'd never do it.  I was fortunate to be exposed to it on a weekly basis, so it became less scary--and more appealing-- to me.

I am pretty hell-bent on getting over any fear that I have; excluding the ideas of zombies and clowns, which for me will always freak me out ;).  So, when I am peaked out on an exit point that I haven't either jumped in a while or is a new object, I have no choice but to jump off (unless, of course there is a danger).  I have come to believe that the excessive fear of jumping off an object is completely illogical when you have the training and gear to pull it off. The worst part for me happens to be the mindgame of disconnecting. But, once you jump, it's done. Then everything else seems to turn to muscle memory and survival instinct--ergo a good time.

My First BASE Jump - A Bridge, or "Span"
These days, in the United States, the Perrine Bridge in Twin Falls, Idaho is usually a first jump for many.  The Perrine sits 486 feet above the Snake River.  Honestly, a straight PCA (Pilot Chute Assist) jump off the Perrine is about as easy as it gets. You simply jump off (the worst part) and someone pops your pins for you. You feel the parachute come off your back and...Fwwooomp! It opens and you are simply landing a huge, slow canopy. Not exactly what you picture when you think of BASE jumping, but it gets you there.  In fact, I didn't even consider myself a BASE jumper after the bridge, or even after I did my first two Earth jumps in Switzerland.  I didn't consider myself a BASE jumper, until I started doing it regularly.  In my opinion, a couple of jumps does not a BASE jumper make.   And honestly these days, I haven't been doing it much either so I need to get my ass back out there.

Still, my first jump off that bridge, woot--486 feet looks a lot lower when you're looking down from the top!  It felt exactly like a balloon jump but a helluva lot shorter and with no real room for error.  But, I trust my BASE canopy and packjob more than I do when using skydiving gear. I know that sounds silly, because you have a reserve when skydiving, that being said I trust my reserve more than my main. 

After the first jump the jumps got easier. In fact the climb out was scarier so I started hiking out instead after an almost-fatal-or-worse slip.  Four PCA jumps later and I was going handheld. It as a good way to end the trip.  I got my 'S' and I was hooked.

My First Earth Jump - Yellow Ocean, Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland

So, it was back to the balloon in my tracking suit.  I had bought the tracking suit to help me prepare for flying wingsuits, and also in the event that I ever jumped any big walls.  Well, lo and behold, you knew it was coming.  My second trip to the Lauterbrunnen Valley had me perched on Yellow Ocean waiting 4 very long minutes to jump. Yep, it took me a lot of counting down, "3-2-1 Holy ^%!#@" (and some other choice words) to step off that rock.  I finally took a deep breath and 4 minutes after stepping onto the edge I stepped off, everything disappeared for about 3 seconds.  It was me, that rock, and God.  And it was epic!  After 3 seconds it was like a normal skydive in a way.  I tracked my butt off and away from the wall I went.  It was liberating. 

Truth be told, I am a lousy counter.  Well, not a lousy counter, I just don't remember to count, so by default--that's pretty lousy,  However, I pulled on both jumps at 7 1/2 seconds, right on the money.  It's all about feel I guess.  When it looks like you need to pull, by God, toss it!  The second jump, I again pulled at 7 1/2 seconds but didn't track as far, far enough for safety but not as far nonetheless. I was too busy looking back watching that wall behind me pick up speed.  It was glorious.  Then it was time to pull again, drat.  What's the song?  Ain't No Mountain High Enough.  Watching the wall fall away is almost hypnotic, she'll seduce you if you're not careful, so stay on top of your game.

Since I waited until the last couple of days to start (since I didn't really intend to make a jump on that trip to begin with), the weather permitted me to only make 2 earth jumps total.  So, I got my 'E' and I was even more hooked.  I went home only to dream about jumping for weeks on end afterwards.  My friends and I joke that I have more night BASE jumps (dreams) logged than anyone I know.  And when I came home, we were already planning for the next trip.

More of the Same - The Bridge, She Beckons

The Perrine is great for dialing in your exits, staying current and working on new moves if that's your thing.  This time I came to the bridge with a brand new canopy, a black and gray, vented center cell FLiK 220.  I had just started packing my own BASE packjobs and stepped off the Perrine, handheld with my crisp, never jumped before canopy, and a first-time jump on my own BASE packjob. That'll mess with your head... But actually it didn't: I went over the canopy inspection twice, and packed and repacked it many times before I was able to make it pretty neat. And it opened fine.

So, two or three handhelds later, I was going stowed. I waited all of 1 second my first time. And in my mind, it took FOREVER to open.  By the end of the trip I was waiting a very healthy  2 1/2 seconds before hucking and on the last jump (last only because my inner thigh was shot from climbing the railing and the leg strap finally doing it in) I did a side floating exit that left my stomach up on the bridge. 

I was so sad about leaving the bridge that afternoon, but I knew my third Switzerland trip (in a year!) was right around the corner.

Lauterbrunnen Again, Send My Things I'm Moving Here
This trip was the best!  Four of us, including my friends Will Kitto, Joby Ogwyn, and our instructor, Barry Holubeck, took off to Switzerland.   We had rented another chalet so packing was easy, as well as the convenience of having your own kitchen and laundry is such a plus out there.  It was well worth the extra money. We were meeting some other friends of us out there as well: Troy and Sarah Hartman, Jimmy Hopper, but unfortunately Andy West had to work and couldn't make it.  It was peak season and I was able to connect with a lot of fellow BASE jumpers out there that were fun and had so much to offer.  Lauterbrunnen is probably one of the greatest places on earth. 

My First Antenna Jump
Clearly Antennas are not exactly legal.  So, I am not going to go into too much detail.  The fact of the matter is, getting my first "A" was extremely liberating for me.  Why?  Because it was my first antenna, it was my lowest jump to date, it was my first jump without my coach, and it was my first low light jump.  I honestly couldn't have asked for a better experience. Everything was great; the hike, the wind conditions, the company, the landing--epic.  The climb was long and worth it.  Yay me! 

Antennas seem to be all I jump these days due to convenience (this pic is from my third) and they have all definitely been epic.  Great experiences!  Truth be known, if most had an accessible elevator, I'd be jumping them more often. I still have much to learn, but I'm dedicated and respect the sport. I find it exhilarating and can only improve and hope it treats me right.  Hopefully I can get off some good objects soon.  Anyway, all I need now is a building...

 

** I am currently not jumping.  I have focused all of my attention on motorcycle racing at the moment.

 

 

 


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