Bewaring her/it of the exit that it is found on the top, really where it goes out the street "dizziness" it gives a sense of great safety.
The void is so great to be given the impression to be on board of an airplane.
of Bepi Hoffer
This sequence of images has been effected by Anthony Sartori that, being on board
of a helicopter, you/he/she has been able to take back in full our throwing on this great wall.
From the Daring mountain a foreshortening toward the Brento mountain and to everything that there is around
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To the "Beak of eagle" the thoughts change,
there is who convinced to jump, arrived on the ramp that introduces to the edge of the wall, it changes mind and he/she usually returns happy, to have resolved the doubt whether to launch him or no.
In that said place "Beak of eagle" the thoughts can change:
if you find yourself to jump there you can taste the moment, the emotions, to analyze the feelings, but only if you are of house and you have already made quite a lot throwing and therefore you feel yourself calm because you have had a good experience.
The mountain climber would analyze the thing instead in another way.
Memory what said my friend Mark Furlani, (the street Dizziness is its work):
"arrived in top, when I have leaned out I have suffered from dizziness." The mountain climber could live so this void, fearing the height, the precipices, when instead its feet are on the clog (very feared by the jumperses) you/he/she feels by now him to the sure one.
I say this to make to understand to the friends mountain climber as changes the feelings facing the wall from under or, contrarily, from his/her taller point.
I have been on the "beak of the eagle" without parachute and, even though assured by a rope, I have lived the feeling of void in another way; the awareness, however, not to be able to fall and the habit to the type of environment you/they have transmitted me that correct serenity that serves for being able to appreciate the moment.
That day I was with Umberto, the air before the throwing seems you become more palpable, dense of emotion, what is around you becomes more defined, the footsteps are surer:
six, you become, very determined, bushels taking in hand the situation.
A little before you lived in another dimension, and that is that that allows you not to assemble you and to live with simplicity the things that are around you and to think about the throwing with pleasure.
The concentration begins in the moment in which I go down for the steep rocks that bring to the point of exit.
A step away from the edge of the precipice, some lock of grass, some ghiainos.
I support the foot on two minuscule dentini by now family that sprout really on the point more exposed, the other leg supported behind so that to allow a rush of side shortly rotating during the jump.
I detach him/it, for an instant the void in an insane acceleration as soon as appeased by the wind.
At the same time the panorama that is under of you, and that up to just before the throwing you/he/she was covered by the poggiolo of rock, he opens:
the clog quickly draws near and the wall, with its dangerous pillar on the right, it flows behind of you and to the sides of your visual field.
The braccias and the legs must be suffered back brims to the to favor the leaving from the wall that it will increase with the speed.
The last roofs are the ideal point for the opening of my parachute, to head down I see them draw near, I will be ready to act in the case in which my parachute didn't correctly open.
The rush, for an instant the void, in an insane acceleration as soon as appeased by the wind.
I have been on the "beak of the eagle" without parachute and even though insured to a rope I lived the feeling of void in another way.
The awareness not to be able to fall and the habit to the type of environment, put together damage that correct serenity that serves for being able to appreciate that type of environment.
Clog Killer! Accursed clog! Seem murders!
No!
It is a simple clog as that of so many other walls. Unfortunately well few pick him/it up or they considered him/it.
This photo takes back me from the helicopter.
The restart point is moved by the vertical one, but it recalls to the attention the jumperses that would like to jump to the Brento.
In this throwing I have opened above the clog, but to the anticipated quota to be able to have the time to unhook.
Obviously my harness is specific from Base and endowed with bound emergency.
9 seconds have passed from exactly I detach him/it:
I take with the right hand the small one parachutes extractor and I launch out it in in the strong contrary wind.
The tear of the opening of the parachute is
violent, then for an instant all stops him, all is wound in the silence:
I go calm toward the landing.
In that said place "Beak of eagle" the thoughts can change:
if you find yourself to jump there you can taste the moment, the emotions, to analyze the feelings, but only if you are of house and you have already made quite a lot throwing and therefore you feel yourself calm because you have had a good experience.
The mountain climber would analyze the thing instead in another way.
Memory what said my friend Mark Furlani, (the street Dizziness is its work):
"arrived in top, when I have leaned out I have suffered from dizziness." The mountain climber could live so this void, fearing the height, the precipices, when instead its feet are on the clog (very feared by the jumperses) you/he/she feels by now him to the sure one.
I say this to make to understand to the friends mountain climber as changes the feelings facing the wall from under or, contrarily, from his/her taller point.
I have been on the "beak of the eagle" without parachute and, even though assured by a rope, I have lived the feeling of void in another way; the awareness, however, not to be able to fall and the habit to the type of environment you/they have transmitted me that correct serenity that serves for being able to appreciate the moment.
The concentration begins in the moment in which I go down for the steep rocks that bring to the point of exit.
A step away from the edge of the precipice, some lock of grass, some ghiainos.
I support the foot on two minuscule dentini by now family that sprout really on the point more exposed, the other leg supported behind so that to allow a rush of side shortly rotating during the jump.
I detach him/it, for an instant the void in an insane acceleration as soon as appeased by the wind.
At the same time the panorama that is under of you, and that up to just before the throwing you/he/she was covered by the poggiolo of rock, he opens:
the clog quickly draws near and the wall, with its dangerous pillar on the right, it flows behind of you and to the sides of your visual field.
The braccias and the legs must be suffered back brims to the to favor the leaving from the wall that it will increase with the speed.
The last roofs are the ideal point for the opening of my parachute, to head down I see them draw near, I will be ready to act in the case in which my parachute didn't correctly open.
violent, then for an instant all stops him, all is wound in the silence:
I go calm toward the landing. 