Don't Give up the Ship, Boys . . .
Don't Give up the Ship, Boys . . . It's coming up on four decades since the NPS went ballistic after Pelkey and Shubert first jumped El Capitan in 1966. When Andy Calistrate stopped issuing El Cap numbers in the early 90s the count is passing 700. Later in 1999 Chief Ranger Bob Andrews said BASE jumps in Yosemite Valley stood at 6,000. And I think its way more than that. The only reason we are on their radar screen is we keep on doing it . . .
While Jan's accident may have set the clock back to zero in the minds of younger Rangers, it should be remembered the real issue we are dealing with are human prejudices. On a basic level Rangers have the same mental block most humans have, a natural and genetic repulsion to falling now further reinforced by Jan's death. We are not only up against stubborn bureaucrats; we are fighting human nature itself. A quarter of a million spectators sometimes show up at Bridge Day not to buy funnel cakes, and not to celebrate our conquest of the air, it's because what we do is so unbelievable to them, so against their own ways, they simply have to see it with their own eyes. The day we finally win, will be a day something like Bridge Day 2050, the day nobody showed up to watch . . .
I can't find the page now, but I was looking at a NPS official website with facts and figures concerning El Capitan. In addition to the usual height and girth figures they included when it was first climbed and who did it. I stared at that for quite a while not understanding why, when it was first jumped, isn't there too.
I've been fortunate, and frustrated, to have had the privilege to be around long enough to see most of the changes that have effected BASE jumping. I see the sport at a crossroads now. We are standing at a fork in the road and which one we take is going to mightily effect our future for generations to come. Slowly, but surely we are starting to abandon a long held stance that we'd do what we wanted, where we wanted, whenever we wanted. Now, we are starting to slip into playing someone else's game and I just want to make sure we all realize it.
A case in point is the current posts concerning the big wall in Mexico and to a lesser extent the cave. Basically we've gotten away from a basic tenet of BASE that dictated it is always better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. While I run hot and cold on the value of legal sites in BASE, I must admit when I read Jay's pleadings to follow the rules, my first reaction is a basic BASE one. Fuck the Mexican Government. That once held by all sentiment, is now in danger of becoming a minority point of view. If I spend the money and organize my own clandestine trip to the cave right now, I not only risk the wrath of the Mexican government, I risk being ostracized by my brothers and sisters in the BASE community. And that is wrong on so many levels.
No one can stop us from jumping except ourselves, and too me it seems we are backing ourselves into that very corner. We worked hard in the 80s ridding BASE of skydiving ways and skydiving attitudes, but now they are creeping back in. While it may prolong the fight, we must decide something. Do we want BASE jumping accepted on their terms, or ours . . . Carl Boenish was fond of saying, "Happy are those who dream dreams, and are willing to pay the price to see them come true," not, "Happy are those who follow the rules . . ."
Rules and regulations are being accepted in BASE jumping nowadays as "normal" by jumpers when in reality following rules stifles our progress. We are giving up the freedom to "dream" in favor of temporary access. Think back to the early days of BASE gear development. The very thing that allows today's jumper a certain degree of safety wouldn't be available had there been rules. I watched Todd labor all day on something new in his loft and then later that night try it off some downtown building. Once satisfied he made it available to other BASE jumpers. Had he to convince some government agency it was viable first it may never have happened.
Look at skydiving itself. The modern version of that sport began when board out their minds WW II veterans just started showing up at small duster strips with surplus parachutes and jumped of their own volition. Now the sport is a big over-regulated commercial game of, "may I." The FAA has made new gear development so difficult and expensive nobody bothers anymore. The last major change in basic gear configuration occurred with Bill's Three-Ring and throw-out pilot chute, and that was in 1975. We went, in fairly short period of time, from "Masters of the Sky," to, "Sheep of the Dropzone." There is among us right now the new Todd Shoebotham, the new Mark Hewitt, and if we are really lucky a young BASE version of Bill Booth. Rules and regulations will only hinder them . . .
Our toughest times still remain ahead of us. And it will take BASE jumpers with the guts and foresight to give up the comfort of regulated short term access in favor of our future generations enjoying unfettered and unconditional access. I realize jumping the Flatiron Building downtown will never reach that stage, but cliff jumping anywhere in the world can, and it will, as long as we don't throw in the towel too soon. And more and more I see the towels flying more than we are . . .
"At once, struck by surprise that such freedom could be,
We leapt from our perch of security,
We fell and then glided back down to the ground,
The moment was brief and we made not a sound,
The landing was hard, but our spirits unbroken,
We remembered the freedom of which we heard spoken."
-------------- "Flight to Freedom" by Jean Boenish, BASE 3, 1981
We are, and always have been in a guerilla war for our birth right to fly.
Don’t give up the ship, boys . . .
NickD

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