dadest madman ever. Am I the greateseightest dadest madman ever?
Yes, you are. Yes yes yes.
It wasn’t quite a whiteout. Off a cliff’s ridge, you could see the surrounding mountains through cloud momentarily, like the glimpse of
a lighthouse through fog. They did the climb, a shortened version. Two
walls coming together at one-eighty, a thin gripper and a good whipper,
and they all took their falls, the snow caking to the rock and bits of ice
beginning to slip into cracks and holds. It was difficult, but they got up,
shaking out arms and stretching their necks. Another hike up to the
tip-top and then on to the drop zone, and nobody or everybody or whoever decided to jump. Then no jumping today. Not in a near whiteout,
too white, too much snow and wind, the cliffs in the distance becoming
harder and harder to see. They got their gear on, Ian in a canopy, Blake
and Kieran in wingsuits, and Ian kept saying, I thought you weren’t
bringing the wingsuit to Kieran, but Blake thought he was talking to
Yeah, right, Blake said. I’m strapped in.
They went to the exit point and did gear checks there: almost a plank
some BASErs had made years ago, dropping down into the valley. One
foot off and gone. It was the quiet time before. Suddenly everything
came to a point, like a wide-horizon landscape sucked of all color and
object into one impossible, glowing dot.
Let’s do a twoer, Blake was saying, the helmet cam propped on top of
his bulbous and red helmet. I’ve never done it in this weather.
It’s a bad idea, Ian said. You get caught on a swirly or Kieran’s burble
or something. It’s a bad idea. We should wait a bit. I want to get good
separation on you two. I can’t see shit in this.
A moment later Blake had his helmet off and was saying he was glad
he brought the dope after all ’cause at least they could do some flying on
the ground, to which only he laughed, infuriating Kieran even more,
and he stepped to the exit and said, A twoer, let’s do it.
And we both took one big hop into the valley, though Blake a second
behind me, and I felt my body turn and kept my head up and arms wide
and legs together and then in three seconds, opened my legs up and
the rush pushing my face back on my skull, then steep almost straight
down, diving, steepening against the wall, I could see the dark of the
wall parallel to me, both going down, and the etchings of snow collecting on cracks and ledges tracking by, and then widening, opening my