“About three base jumpers die in this valley each year.”
I was sitting in the only pub in Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland, the main town of the Lauterbrunnen Valley, drinking my gin and tonic and picking the brains of the tall, sun-tanned, base-jumping stranger.
“We have about one death per 300 jumpers, a number that’s on par with climbing deaths. That’s how the pro-base jumping organizations keep it from getting banned. If we’re on the same level as climbing and if climbing is accepted, we should be too.
Of course, I think jumping in the valley won’t last. Base jumping is getting more popular every year. And with the size of the egos…well, fatalities might start to rise and if that happens they’ll ban it.”
“Won’t that hurt the valley’s tourism?” I asked. “I mean…there are so many of you guys here.”
“No. Actually, we’re a danger to tourism. What would hurt the valley’s tourism is more base-jumping fatalities. We maybe make them a million a year. We’re a cheap group, cooking for ourselves, living on the cheap. So our money is just a drop in the bucket. It’s what their train system makes on a bad day.
But we’re jumping all over the valley and just imagine a family of tourists watching a base jumper die. The kids would need psychologists, years of counseling. They actually had a jumper die in front of 14 kids a few years ago – fell in front of a school. Those kids’ lives were changed. If things like that happen, Switzerland will stop putting up with us. They won’t even try to regulate; they’ll just ban it.”
“So,” I said, pausing to collect my thoughts, “are most fatalities a product of chance – the wind changes or the parachute doesn’t open? Or are most of them mistakes by the flyers?”
“Bad decisions.” He said. “There is so much alpha male ego here and so much competition and people push beyond their abilities and make bad decisions. That’s what gets them killed.
Just this year, we had a guy with no experience turn up and jump off a cliff doing flips and all sorts of crazy stuff. One of the experienced guys took away his gear. Probably saved his life. Told him to get his skydiving experience [you need 300 skydiving jumps before you can base jump] and come back.”
He paused for a moment and then stretched out his arm, shiny and pink with scars from wrist to elbow, “I crashed, myself, last year. I made a bad decision – to fly behind someone else and film him. I’m an experienced flyer, but not an experienced filmer. I shouldn’t have done it.
The guy who flew before me there – in Chamonix – died, but I didn’t know that. I saw this ridge coming up before me and I had to decide whether to turn or go over the ridge. I didn’t decide quick enough and I couldn’t deploy my parachute, because I was too low and would certainly die. So I aimed for the ridge and hit a tree going 60 miles per hour. I don’t know how I lived. I should have died.”
“Wow,” I said, feeling a bit speechless. “I’m glad you survived.”
“Yeah. I took a year off to think after that. I’m just now coming back.”
* * *
Today, someone died in the valley.
It’s been more than two weeks that I’ve been spending my evenings laughing and toasting with the vibrant, adventurous base jumpers at the local pub. In a short time, I’ve developed a deep affection for them–these wild, adventurous, rowdy boys (and a handful of wild, adventurous, rowdy ladies).
And today someone died…flew across the valley, exhilarated, only to snag a parachute on the electric lines, killing the town’s power and themselves.
We don’t even know who it is yet.
There are only rumors: The person survived. No, someone saw a body bag. Was it a man? Was it a woman?
Really, we have no idea.
All I know is that I’ve been counting my friends as I see them walking through town. Tom, safe. Annette, safe. Justin in London. Stewart in Zurich.
I’m still watching for Guto. Still holding my breath for Scott.
It’s a strange thing – being friends with people who live so close to the edge. People who live hard and court danger.
* * *
It’s a few days later and now we know who it was. A man from San Diego. Someone I met in passing.
Those who have been jumping for years handle it by making jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
The newbies are quieter, more shocked.
I just feel strange and uncomfortable, knowing someone I spoke to just days ago is gone forever.
I’m also struck by how cyclical danger and adventure and an unconventional life can be: Yes, living an unconventional life can be more dangerous than staying at home. Particularly if your unconventional life involves jumping off cliffs.
But rather than warning us away from our dangerous adventures, these deaths seem to serve as a reminder of why we adventure.
Because at the end of the day I can live an unconventional, perhaps even dangerous, life with the possibility of an accident. A slip off a cliff while hiking. A paragliding parachute that doesn’t open.
Or I could put a stop to the adventuring, hide out, and, quite frankly, still have an accident. A car crash on the way to work. A slip down the staircase.
Either way I could die. But only one way will I truly live.
And so this death rattles us a little, but also makes many of us even more resolute. We are adventurers. And we would rather live with our eyes wide open, even if it’s dangerous.
Because if there’s anything Max proved to us, it’s that life is short.
So make it beautiful.
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Sad but so true. If you aren’t living your life to the fullest, you’re only existing. I just saw on the news last night a story about a young woman who died while kayaking… such an inspirational story of someone going after their passion, but lost too soon. I guess you take as many precautions as possible and try to be as smart as you can, but you still open your wings and fly.
Excellent point. Take precautions and be smart, but do what you love, for sure.
I feel like it’s also important to take a step back and look at things with a slightly broader perspective. 3 people a year die base jumping in that valley. 300-400 people die in traffic accidents every year in Switzerland.
Not that any death is good, but a death doing something you love must be better than growing old and feeble.
“Every man dies. Not every man really lives”.
Just wanted to thank for this post. Max Bond is forever in our hearts
I just loved this post and can identify and understand everything the man is saying since my boyfriend is a skydiver and hopes to base jump someday too. I hope he never does but can’t really argue with all these live in the moment adrenaline junkies. I do think it’s a bit selfish but to each his own. Gigi you’re site is awesome. I’m a freelance small blog analyst and I’ve just done a quick review on your site. Please feel free to check it out and I hope you enjoy the post :) You’re doing great keep it up! http://awakencurioussocial.com/2013/11/07/the-ramble/
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