Not so cliff strike
03 July 2011 - Cape Town We had a not so cliff strike cliff strike at our favorite E here today. I say that because it was more like an accuracy landing on a minuscule piece of ledge whose sole purpose in this whole universe was to save my friend Fritz's life.

Fritz has been down here from Pretoria for the week-end and had done his 79th BASE jump off this place on Friday.
I phoned him this morning saying the conditions kind of looked all right and we should give it a try. He was keen and we met at the usual spot.
We hiked up and then we waited and waited. Soon, after even having cancelled the jump, we realized there was a pattern of gusting wind, drizzle, no wind, gusting, drizzle, no wind. We decided that I would go first as soon as the rain stopped. These days I like to go last because I am into the whole taking pictures thing and all but being the only local on this load...
Nothing special about my jump except that like for every jump it was special. Also I had the gopro turned backwards and didn't get time to remove it to film what would happen next.
Fritz pretty much jumped right after I landed. At first all looked normal but I realized he had a twist and was going the wrong way. What happened next is just one of the most incredible things I have ever seen: Fritz literally landed on the cliff - not ploughed or crashed but landed. One sole piece of ledge was waiting there all these thousands of years just for Fritz to land on. Needless to say, I burst out laughing.

Like an idiot I didn't bring radios but luckily my buddy was within cell phone reach and I was able to speak with him and check that all was fine.
Next was a series of phone calls to my wife and friends to try and organize a rescue. A friend Andy De Klerk got hold of BASE jumper/climber Jeremy Samson who in turn called me to assess the situation. We decided on meeting in a nearby parking lot and I would help them carry gear up.
Before long Jeremy and Graham, another old friend pitched up and we started the hike.

The original plan for Jeremy was to abseil down to the ledge with gear then abseil down to the bottom. Once on the ledge, Jeremy realized that this just was not going to work; the nearest point was just too far. At this point Fritz was ok but cold and somewhat shaken still. After a few phone calls back and forth between Graham, Jeremy and myself, Jeremy decided it would be best to go up. He gave Fritz a quick briefing on how to do the jumar thingy and they started up.
Jeremy is the funniest man to watch on a mountain. This little guy could be at home in his living room talking to you about the game on tv and he wouldn't seem more casual.
I went and joined Graham to help haul all the other shit up and sooner than we had thought, two heads were popping up over the edge.

As bad as it sounds, this was the most fun I have had in a long time.
And the moral of the story is: No matter what condition it is in, DO NOT BUY A DAGGER.
More seriously though, according to Fritz, his body position was perfect and he recons it could have been the packing. He walked away from this with a scratch on his hand and is this weeks luckiest man alive.

...Still, don't buy a dagger...