8 | The Wingsuit Base Jump That Changed Me

This wasn’t just a climb—it was a full send into discomfort. Fear pushed us. Vision pulled us. And we grew.

Rock climbing. Wingsuit jumps. Big dreams. But deep down, I had to face this: am I living with purpose or hiding behind a new addiction?

Journey lost a leg to cancer. But that didn’t stop her from joining me on her first alpine ski tour—where an unexpected storm put her spirit to the test.

54 meters to impact. Snowbank below. No second chances. But the goal? Be the first people to climb and BASE jump a frozen waterfall.

We wanted to wingsuit from the peaks… but had no alpine skills. This was our first brutal taste of the mountain life.

Facing fear on the wall and storms in the sky, we push toward our first alpine wingsuit jump.

He had the skills. I had the hunger. Together, we opened a new BASE exit—and I proved I could keep up.

On my first multi-pitch trad climbing route, the gear was heavy, the skills barely held—and the exit was wrong. But it moved me forward. This was the kind of failure I’m proud of.