Rudd was A Kiwi base-jumper who leapt off mountains and flew along their contours. Base-jumpers freefall away from mountains or other structures using specially designed suits before inflating parachutes to land safely. Rudd to the sport to new extremes. He died this past June during a jump attempt. (Actually the jump went well, it was the landing that caused problems).
According to Mr Rudd’s online autobiography, he experimented with base-jumping as a 19-year-old but was put off by its high mortality rate at the time and a lack of specialist equipment. He returned to the sport when improvements were made.
“Immediately, I knew I had found my niche – being in the outdoors with my close friends in jaw-dropping surroundings … I love my life intensely. My friends and the cool things we can do together make me the luckiest man alive,” he wrote.
In an online interview with a base-jumping website, Mr Rudd talked about safety.
“I have seen a lot of new guys doing crazy shit and I catch myself shaking my head. But base is all about that looseness. I got back into base with no guidance and did a lot of stupid shit that must have alarmed more experienced jumpers. I still do stupid shit, but with a bit more of an idea of consequence.”
It reminds me of a book I read some time ago – “God at the Edge”. about people who are thrill seekers for their high. THis is a video tribute that should be view in full screen.