In 1999, I made my first parachute jump at Skydive Oceanside. I was immediately hooked. My dotcom job essentially functioned as a source of funding for skydiving training, equipment, jump tickets, and not much else. Skydiving quickly usurped every other sport I was practicing. Snowboarding held out the longest, until it, too, was lost to jumping. Skydive Elsinore became my home drop zone once I was a licensed jumper. I continued to jump for years out of Skydive Oregon after moving to Portland. I developed their web site at one point.

I picked up BASE jumping too soon after starting jumping, beginning with some relatively safe bridge jumps. I stepped back for a moment when I started feeling in over my head, then found some rock solid mentors in Oregon.

Skydiving and BASE gave me not only some of my life's most unique and memorable experiences, but also some of my best friends. Many of whom I have lost at this point for obvious reasons. Those reasons were why I eventually hung it up.