From The Mag

Reader question: What took an embarrassingly long time to figure out?

Written by Lara

Time to look like jackasses, everyone. This month we want to know what took you way too long to know. Could you not stand up a landing until jump 284? Did you not know what the point of an RSL was until you had been jumping for 3 years?

What took an embarrassingly long time to figure out in the sport?

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Selected responses will be printed in the April 2017 issue (i88) of Blue Skies Mag. We edit lightly for clarity and/or style. You can also email responses to me, Respond with the exact name you’d like us to use in print please.


  • It took me three and a half years of BASE jumping to finally do a running exit off a cliff. I had jumped cliffs naked, drunk, wearing fuzzy light up shit, undergoing cliffs, overhung cliffs, whatever. But I was too fucking scared to just run off a cliff for some reason. I always jumped poised which is much more dangerous than running off the exit point. I finally ran off Sweet Spot in Moab with a crazy Aussie in a 2 way this past Turkey Boogie. #noragrets

  • Nobody ever told me that I could pull in one of my brake lines to collapse a canopy on a windy day. So on one of my first jumps at an unfamiliar dz with new people around me and a rental rig, I disconnected the RSL and cut away my canopy because it was dragging me through the dirt. (It was in Perris. There was tons of dust and it crept under all my layers of clothes and underwear.) The owner of the rig was not pleased when I returned a dirt-filled container from all the scraping through the Perris sand. He then explained the trick with pulling in the brake line. And I had to provide beer.

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