Some information about me
Since I am new to LJ I thought I would give you some background on myself.
How I got into cliffjumping:
2 years ago:
Basically my friend had a map to a spot at Salt Creek where, apparently, there is a 50 foot cliff drop into 100+ feet of water. Well after about an hour of trekking (louis and clark didn't have shit on us) we found the spot. When we first looked down it we all looked at each other and began to laugh our fucking ASSES off, because we thought it was ridiculous. Who in their right mind would jump off such a beast? My friends began to walk back when they noticed that I was standing at the very edge of this 50 foot goliath. I swear, God bestowed upon me a gift of laughter when I saw the expression on their faces. You know the expression... it reads "Oh shit I hope he doesn't jump because then Im going to have to jump to not look like a pussy." They even tried to talk me out of it by stating obvious facts such as: 1. I did not know how deep the water actually was... their could be rocks right underneath me. 2. The swim back to shore is long, if the currents are too strong you could drown. 3. Its not worth your entire life to make one "little" jump. But at that point in my life (for reasons I will not get into now) I felt that it was absolutely worth it. I didn't feel alive and I felt that my actions, no matter how extreme, produced no physical or even mental reaction; I felt as if I was watching myself from a 3rd person perspective. So I jumped. The four seconds of pure freefall transported me to a dimension where time was oblivious. I was, in fact, floating in my own psychological utopia. I can not define the blissful feeling that ruptured through my veins with mere words, that would be impossible. To this day, I do not remember one second of that jump, only the feeling associated with it. Needless to say I became addicted and made it became a regular thing. Oh yea the 1/3rd of a mile swim back was a BITCH lol.
Fast forward 1 year and 7 months:
So now everytime I jump I feel alive and I am beginning to think I am invincible. I start doing crazy shit like dives, flips, and so on. I take a couple of my friends with me one day (I always take my friends when the current is weak and the waves are small) and tell them they will have the time of their lives. To ge to the spot you must swim 50 feet across this horseshoe shaped cove where the currents can get real strong because of the way the water circulates through. Usually not a problem. I go in first and make it to the other side no sweat. My friends come in second and they make it fine. One of my friends girlfriends was left and she was swimming and began having difficulty (the current started acting up). Of course I felt total responsibility if anything should happen to anybody, so I jump back in and push her in close enough to where my other friends can pull her out. Ok no sweat everything is going great. I tell them to go on ahead of me as I started to pull myself back up the ledge. I get up and take one more look at this intimidating cove that I swear is evil and menacing. Everything all of a sudden started turning dim...FAST. The culprit: a shadow produced by a 6 foot wave that I swear was an act of Satan. Of course it made me feel like a ragdoll and tossed me through razor sharp barnicles and back into the mouth of this angry monster. No problem... just swim back right? Wrong. In a matter of ONE minute the current became more like a RIVER and the waves were averaging FIVE feet. No matter how much effort I put into my strokes, I would be sucked back into the mouth of the cove. I had no more energy and began to feel light headed. I basically was about to give up... not because I didn't care... but because I thought it was meant to be. Somehow (I am guessing an act of God) the current subsided and the waves diminished and I got close enough to where one of my friends could pull me back in. The worst part of that day was the fear of jumping in with all that blood on me... since sharks can sense one drop of blood thousands of feet away. I have not gone back since.
The present:
So I am finally over this whole cliff jumping incident that happened to me and I am moving on to bigger and better things. I need that feeling again... mountain biking is fun as hell, and even crazy at some times, but it just doesn't do enough for me. So I find out about this cliff at La Jolla near San Diego. I am going to jump it in about 3 days (it depends on the weather). This one is no joke... it is called Dead Man's Cliff. It is twice as high at 107 feet, angled at 24 degrees (meaning you need to jump far in order not to hit the rocks on the way down), and at high tide it is a mere 13 feet deep (if you jump at low tide... nice knowing you). Here is a picture:
Dead Man's Cliff. Look for the guy jumping off.
I will try to bring my camera but I am not sure if I can since I might have to swim to get there.
I love life. Good times.
How I got into cliffjumping:
2 years ago:
Basically my friend had a map to a spot at Salt Creek where, apparently, there is a 50 foot cliff drop into 100+ feet of water. Well after about an hour of trekking (louis and clark didn't have shit on us) we found the spot. When we first looked down it we all looked at each other and began to laugh our fucking ASSES off, because we thought it was ridiculous. Who in their right mind would jump off such a beast? My friends began to walk back when they noticed that I was standing at the very edge of this 50 foot goliath. I swear, God bestowed upon me a gift of laughter when I saw the expression on their faces. You know the expression... it reads "Oh shit I hope he doesn't jump because then Im going to have to jump to not look like a pussy." They even tried to talk me out of it by stating obvious facts such as: 1. I did not know how deep the water actually was... their could be rocks right underneath me. 2. The swim back to shore is long, if the currents are too strong you could drown. 3. Its not worth your entire life to make one "little" jump. But at that point in my life (for reasons I will not get into now) I felt that it was absolutely worth it. I didn't feel alive and I felt that my actions, no matter how extreme, produced no physical or even mental reaction; I felt as if I was watching myself from a 3rd person perspective. So I jumped. The four seconds of pure freefall transported me to a dimension where time was oblivious. I was, in fact, floating in my own psychological utopia. I can not define the blissful feeling that ruptured through my veins with mere words, that would be impossible. To this day, I do not remember one second of that jump, only the feeling associated with it. Needless to say I became addicted and made it became a regular thing. Oh yea the 1/3rd of a mile swim back was a BITCH lol.
Fast forward 1 year and 7 months:
So now everytime I jump I feel alive and I am beginning to think I am invincible. I start doing crazy shit like dives, flips, and so on. I take a couple of my friends with me one day (I always take my friends when the current is weak and the waves are small) and tell them they will have the time of their lives. To ge to the spot you must swim 50 feet across this horseshoe shaped cove where the currents can get real strong because of the way the water circulates through. Usually not a problem. I go in first and make it to the other side no sweat. My friends come in second and they make it fine. One of my friends girlfriends was left and she was swimming and began having difficulty (the current started acting up). Of course I felt total responsibility if anything should happen to anybody, so I jump back in and push her in close enough to where my other friends can pull her out. Ok no sweat everything is going great. I tell them to go on ahead of me as I started to pull myself back up the ledge. I get up and take one more look at this intimidating cove that I swear is evil and menacing. Everything all of a sudden started turning dim...FAST. The culprit: a shadow produced by a 6 foot wave that I swear was an act of Satan. Of course it made me feel like a ragdoll and tossed me through razor sharp barnicles and back into the mouth of this angry monster. No problem... just swim back right? Wrong. In a matter of ONE minute the current became more like a RIVER and the waves were averaging FIVE feet. No matter how much effort I put into my strokes, I would be sucked back into the mouth of the cove. I had no more energy and began to feel light headed. I basically was about to give up... not because I didn't care... but because I thought it was meant to be. Somehow (I am guessing an act of God) the current subsided and the waves diminished and I got close enough to where one of my friends could pull me back in. The worst part of that day was the fear of jumping in with all that blood on me... since sharks can sense one drop of blood thousands of feet away. I have not gone back since.
The present:
So I am finally over this whole cliff jumping incident that happened to me and I am moving on to bigger and better things. I need that feeling again... mountain biking is fun as hell, and even crazy at some times, but it just doesn't do enough for me. So I find out about this cliff at La Jolla near San Diego. I am going to jump it in about 3 days (it depends on the weather). This one is no joke... it is called Dead Man's Cliff. It is twice as high at 107 feet, angled at 24 degrees (meaning you need to jump far in order not to hit the rocks on the way down), and at high tide it is a mere 13 feet deep (if you jump at low tide... nice knowing you). Here is a picture:
Dead Man's Cliff. Look for the guy jumping off.
I will try to bring my camera but I am not sure if I can since I might have to swim to get there.
I love life. Good times.