I’d like to think that his incredible “saves” during the last BASE jumps made him calm until the end on his final one. He died doing something he loved. Dying happy… That’s interesting.
It’s a little off blog topic, but it’s thought provoking for someone who does adventure sports.
New York Times — Not long ago, I stood with some friends at Taft Point, a promontory 3,000 feet above the floor of Yosemite Valley. It was a perfect morning, with nothing but fresh-scrubbed mountain air between us and the wind-polished face of the world’s largest granite monolith, El Capitan, in the distance. We edged close enough to the void to start trembling.
I felt a primal fear of death, and that fear kept me from taking another step.
The joy was in the perch, to be on a ledge fit for species that can fly under their own power.
Last Saturday, Dean Potter and a young acolyte, Graham Hunt, went to that same spot at sunset with a plan to jump. This wasn’t suicide, not by a conventional understanding of the act. Potter had done the jump many times before. It was sport — wingsuit BASE jumping…
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