the parachute didn t open in time, but what it did do is it slowed me down enough that i m still here today. i swung out and i landed flat on my back. which spread out the force of the impact. if it had opened a little bit before, i would land on my legs, and i would have gotten internal injuries. boole fractures his spine, breaks some ribs and bruises his lungs but amazingly, survives the 6,000-foot drop. my initial feeling was parachuting, flying, 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
eyes for quite a lot of the jump. you lose your depth perception quite a little bit, 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 for boole to deploy his parachute at 600 feet, just after the lead wing-suit flier opens his. although it s dangerously low to the ground, boole is determined to capture as much of the flight as he can. so i was very committed to stay there until either he pulled or i just knew that we were at 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 his parachute. but he immediately, in my peripheral vision, i saw the ground. rather than being at 600 feet, i was at more like 60 feet. i could see the texture of the snow and ice. so then i thought most likely i m about to die because 60 feet is not enough for a parachute to open. i m still doing over 100 miles per hour. he pulls his parachute h
so i wasn t looking through both eyes. it gives you depth perception. 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 for boole to deploy his parachute at 600 feet, just after the lead wing-suit flier opens his. although it s dangerously low to the ground, boole is determined to capture as much of the flight as he can. so i was very committed to stay there until either he pulled or i just knew that we were at 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 his parachute. but immediately, in my peripheral vision, i saw the ground. rather than being at 600 feet, i was at more like 60 feet. i could see the texture of the snow and ice. so then i thought that most likely i m about to die because 60 feet is not enough for a parachute to open. i m still doing over 100 miles
per hour. he pulls his parachute hoping for a miracle. the parachute didn t open in time, but what it did do is it slowed me down enough that i m still here today. i swung out and i landed flat on my back which spread out the force of the impact. if it had opened a little bit before, i would land on my legs, and i would have gotten internal injuries. and i would have succumb to the injuries. boole fractures his spine, breaks some ribs and bruises his lungs but amazingly survives the 6,000-foot drop. my initial feeling was parachuting, flying, 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
snow-packed mountain. it was a trip of a lifetime. and it nearly ended up costing me my life. april 10, 2009. kamchatka peninsula, russia. professional wing-suit pilot james boole is traveling to russia s far east to shoot a documentary on its extreme landscape. it s covered in snow for nine months a year. it has the most active volcanos than any place on the planet. they call it the land of fire and ice. it is the final of the trip and 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 wing-suit flier as he jumps from the helicopter into an icy gorge. i was filming. to help me frame the video, i had a ring site on my left eye.