It had been 8 years since we had had a day of jumping of this magnitude. How time flies. If you grew up somewhere with something to huck yourself off of into a body of water you know that feeling. The urge – the rot deep down in your gut, to just fling yourself off into the abyss, off into oblivion and land in a velvety cushion of water. By 1998 we were heavily up into cliff jumping. We were geographically blessed to be living smack dab in the middle of Northern California, right along the banks of the American River, with ridiculously easy access to some of the best (sub)urban cliff jumping spots in North America. By 1999, just days after high school graduation, we were draining tall cans and collecting footage on the newly released mini dv format cameras. In 2001, we released Drowning Season and in the winter of 2003 we released, Smokescreen. By then, the crew was spread out across the diaspora – far from the river, the lakes, the quarries and far from home.

Sorry for all the nostalgic bullshit. Crack a beer, slather on some sunblock and go jump a cliff. We did. We haven’t had the time in a long time, but it always feels good and the bullshit will still be there, and the excuses only run so thin, so toss your ass off a cliff. It feels real good.

Jump responsibly and always help your friends out. That’s pretty much the story of life.

The Hershey Classic 2010 was good times indeed. We hope to make it an annual event, so we hope to see a way bigger crew next year, chugging beers, and running in line together off of a 25 cliff into some rapids.