Exactly! The tragic deaths I can accept. The 'shit happens' type ... where one did everything right and still ... damned ... something went wrong. Even the deaths we bring about with our eyes wide open desire to 'push the limits.' Those I can accept as well, just as the victim accepted them by his desire to do more and more ... willingly making a high risk sport even more so. But this ... this particular death ... I am just having a very difficult time accepting ... and it may take me months to come to grips with it ... because it was just so unnecessary ... so senseless. Just a simple gear check ... just a simple double check ... just a caring word in someone's ear ... an observant eye in the door as the exit was being set up. I just can't understand it ... can't fathom it really.
Guess I've still got a long way to go before reaching any sense of maturity in this sport.
Blue skies!