april 10, 2009. russia. professional wingsuit pilot james boole is traveling to russia s far east to shoot a documentary on its extreme landscape. snow for nine months a year. it has the most active volcanos than any country on the planet. he s eager to make it one of the most thrilling trips. we had done three other jumps that day. and it was obvious to everybody this was going to be the last jump because it was getting dark. we were nearly out of daylight. boole follows the lead wingsuit flyer as he jumped from the helicopter into an icy gorge. i was filming. to help me frame the video, i had something on my left eye. plus the fact we re flying on snow. and in cloudy day, towards sunset, you can t make out the texture. it s just white.
texture. it s just white. the plan is to deploy his parachute at 600 feet, just after the lead wingsuit flier opens his. although it s dangerously low to the ground, boole is determined to capture as much of the flight as he can. i was committed to stay there until either he pulled or i just knew it was 600 feet. boole is more focused on getting the shot than his altitude until the other flier pulls his chute. i saw him reach for the parachute. immediately, i saw the ground. rather than 600 feet, i was at 60 feet. i could see the texture of the snow and ice. so then i thought the most likely i m about to die. because 60 feet is not enough for the parachute to open. i m still doing over 100 miles per hour. he pulls his parachute hoping for a miracle.
april 10, 2009. russia. james boole is traveling to shoot a documentary on its extreme landscape. snow for nine months a year. it has the most active volcanos than any country on the planet. he s eager to make it one of the most thrilling trips. we had done three other jumps that day. and it was obvious to everybody this was going to be the last jump because it was getting dark. we were nearly out of daylight. he follows the lead wingsuit flier as he jumps from the helicopter into an icy gorge. i was filming. to help me frame the video, i had something on my left eye. plus the fact we re flying on snow. and in cloudy day, towards sunset, you can t make out the texture. it s just white. the plan is to deploy his
my back. it spread out the force of the impact. boole fractures his spine, breaks some ribs, and bruises his lungs. but amazingly, survives the 6,000-foot drop. my initial feeling. it s all gone. finished. three, two, one. but time heals wounds and boole can t stay grounded for long. after six months, i started to miss jumping. to be happy in my life, this is what i do. this is what i am. i m a jumper. i fly. welcome back. coming up, a thrilling jump ends in utter disaster. and an aerial artist twists and turns from a bridge hundreds of
parachute at 600 feet, just after the lead wingsuit flier opens his. although it s dangerously low to the ground, boole is determined to capture as much of the flight as he can. i was committed to stay there until either he pulled or i just knew it was 600 feet. boole is more focused on getting the shot than his altitude until the other flier pulls his chute. i saw him reach for the parachute. immediately, i saw the ground. rather than 600 feet, i was at 60 feet. i could see the texture of the snow and ice. so then i thought the most likely i m about to die. because 60 feet is not enough for the parachute to open. i m still doing over 100 miles per hour. he pulls his parachute hoping for a miracle. the parachute slowed me down enough that i m still here today. i swung out and i landed flat on