We’d just done the lower section of the Rauma river in Norway and all the boys were fired up to do Fleming’s drop.
I’d always seen photos from the river’s right bank, so I ferried above the drop and went to the left side to see if there would be a good angle. When I got there I saw a ledge but not only was it super thin – with a 30m drop below – it was really narrow as well. I was by myself, with no trees at this spot to tie a rope around.
Sven, who had just won rock paper scissors to go first, was impatiently waiting to go, so I just went for it and jumped. I got myself in position, took a few test shots, tried to get as close as possible to the edge and whistled that I was ready.
Sven got totally submerged as he went over the waterfall, which can happen on such a big volume drop. I was stoked that he made it without any problems, but I was gutted that after all that effort I didn’t get the shot.
I was struggling to get back up on the bank, because the wall I’d jumped down was covered in moss, and Sven shows up out of nowhere. He tells me to wait because he’s going to jump. I got all excited again, because I knew he could do some amazing jumps. I gave another whistle to say I was ready and he does a jump that I’d never seen him do before. He later told me that the rotations he did were called a pike to branny to back tuck.