...when I came back into hang gliding.
Frank, I came back into hang gliding, or at least back into the periphery of free-flight, when I filmed the 2002 U.S. Paragliding Nationals at Gunter launch in Owens Valley. I had pretty much stopped flying in 1987 to concentrate on making a decent life for my family, but every time I went to a flying site, pilots would offer me their harness, instruments and wings so it was hard to turn down an occasional flight. I think the last time I actually flew was 1988 or 1989, when I parked my gasoline tanker at the base of Point of the Mountain and was offered a couple flights on a big, really bitchin' high-performance Firebird by a very courteous German pilot who's name I can't remember. But I remember his face. What a great guy!
Anyway, Mike Morrison, PhD., the University of California White Mountain Research Station manager, was approached by the Santa Barbara paragliding group you had mentioned (I might have this wrong) and he okayed them to stage the contest from the WMRS Owens Valley Laboratory east of Bishop. He never even mentioned it to me until it was a done deal. I remember my surprise.
I didn't know much about paragliding, back then. I didn't know
why people would fly parachutes when there were hang gliders available, but I was curious. I had looked up from my job there a year or two earlier and watched a guy, Eric, from Mammoth get killed when his paraglider collapsed. He was in one of Carrie's classes. Funny, I can't find a record of that anywhere... But I had no idea of the European fatality numbers. I had no suspicions at all, at that point. In 2002, I just figured paragliding was pretty much the same as hang gliding.
You screw up, you die.
We all live with that. It makes the best of us perfectionists.
So I filmed the contest. Although I'd filmed the 1981 and 1982 hang gliding contests off Gunter in beautiful Kodachrome, I had transitioned to 720 HD video by 1999 and I used that video gear to record the contest. I had a big camera jib up there and the pilots were all pretty cool. I didn't know anything about the history or politics of paragliding. I was just filming, trying to obtain perfection in my technique and make a document of what was going on. I thought I'd trim it way down and add it as an epilogue to a remake of my "cult" film
Aoli, Comet Clones & Pod People to show what had happened to hang gliding in 20 years. That's all. That was my intent.
My old hang gliding friends were running the US Paragliding Nationals. Mark Axon, Peter Gray and J.C. Brown. They kept telling me to try paragliding. But after watching that kid, Eric, die off of Flynn, I wasn't interested.
"I'll stick to hang gliding," I said. There seemed to be some kind of additional adrenaline element attached to paragliding that I didn't need.
Then the day before the contest, they found Wallace, a founding Genentech scientist, on Mt. Langley. Dead. People were crying on Gunter. I thought, "Well, s*** happens." I didn't know about canopy collapses or anything. I figured it must have been his fault. He just got too close to the cliffs or something. I have always kept my distance - but it happens to other pilots. I didn't know this guy Wallace from Adam. I didn't realize how important he had so recently become in the scheme of all this competition paragliding stuff.
Then the contest started. I remember thinking, "That's a race?" as they floated slowly away.
On the second day, this paragliding instructor and GA pilot, Jody, gets dead-center nailed and lifted just a foot or two into the air by a typical tight Gunter thermal, ground-spinning through the South Launch. I've launched into them a hundred times on a hang glider. If you dead-center them, you can push out (but be ready for a dive recovery). It's the ones you can't see that pull down a wing.
In 1998, I saw Scholl, hooked in but not yet ready for takeoff, get lifted by a big, gentle thermal during my contest off Mazourka Peak. To the amazement of the other pilots, he was suddenly lifted. Then he hung in the air, refusing to pull in the bar, for what seemed an impossibly long time. He then lowered himself gently back to his starting place. Other pilots asked him why he didn't head out. "I wasn't ready," he replied.
But Jodie's canopy gets popped. He gets lifted off the ground and spins around one and a half times. His paraglider accelerates horizontally off to the west but Jody is twisted around backwards and his lines are locked tight. As his paraglider enters a spiral dive, you can see him backwards, facing you, his arm gripping the brake handle that would turn him away from the mountain. He has no control. He seems to be frozen, aware of what will happen next. The paraglider curves around, hurling Jody, nothing but a helpless weight on a pendulum, high in an arc, and smashes hard into the ground just below launch. He slides 40 feet and emerges from a cloud of dust, motionless.
The contest is shut down for the helicopter rescue. Jody lingers long in a coma but is dead by Christmas. The two-million dollar helicopter that rescued him is destroyed attempting to land on its trailer in Bishop.
A couple days later, a South African pilot has a collapse running north, throws his reserve and goes down on the side of the range. He lights a flare an starts a forest fire. The White Mountain range is closed to paragliding and hang gliding as borate bombers and helicopters fight the fire below the treasured Ancient Bristlecone Grove.
I'm suddenly going, "Man, I've never seen anything like this! These paragliders are fu**ing crazy."
J.C., Mark and Peter ask me to put together the sequence of Jody's crash. I edit all night and present it to them the next day. They're looking to find out what he did wrong. I'm thinking, "He didn't do anything wrong. The thermal lifted his paraglider, twisted his lines and smashed him into the rocks." Not complicated. Then they asked me not to show it to anybody, "out of respect for his family." So I wait eight years to put it on YouTube to show paragliders the risk they face. Then when I do, paragliders complain and YouTube yanks it "for violence," pulls my Director status and bans me.
Soaring parachutists are not allowed to hear the truth. I've been banned from Paragliding Forum and Oz Report. Only here, on BobK's forum, can I speak freely. Thanks, Bob. I don't know if I've saved the lives of any soaring parachutists, but you've helped save my sanity.