You've all heard about the Trollwall, now here is the rest of the story...

In the usual course of a days emails, Nick was kind enough to forward an email from someone who knew Steve, and was talking to Nick – and Nick knew I held Steve near and dear as a friend. I met Nick at the old Wildhorse West dropzone in NW Phoenix, about 1980 or maybe 1981. Its about then that Carl Boenish and a few others were starting to experiment with flinging their mortal bodies off things – not out of things, but off of things - and saving their lives at the last second with a parachute, from other cliffs than El Cap.

I continued on the stream of thought, that there is an “us vs. them” mentality regarding B.A.S.E. jumper’s and Law Enforcement with a follow up question that lead to Rick debating with me. “I notice a great deal of angry talk and name calling of park rangers and law enforcement in regards to being nabbed

After Steve's El Capitan jump, the Air Force decided to cool his behind somewhere, as in somewhere away from the officers who had had to deal with the park rangers. In the old days when his dad was a pilot, the standard place was some radar station in Alaska. Steve's father had several friends who drew this punishment.

Half Dome was a completely different experience as we grew up in Iowa and had never really seen cliffs except on a couple visits to Colorado as kids. We wanted our night cliff to get the “E” for B.A.S.E and Night B.A.S.E we headed to California to do El Capitan in June of 1982.