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July 11, 2008
by Ryan Hudson
Last fall, I visited my brother who was studying abroad in the Czech Republic. Fortunately, we never went rock jumping (probably because we spent a majority of our time in the bars in Prague), because I most likely would have died.
If you're trying to figure out what exactly rock jumping is, don't over-think it.
Called rock jumping, or simply jumping by the locals, this adrenaline-charged activity is taking place in the Adrspach-Teplice Rocks, a remote nature preserve in the northeast part of the Czech Republic.
“The objective is to get to the top of as many towers as you can,” said Vladimir Prochazka, known as June Bug, a 59-year-old climber and a collector of Czech rock climbing histories.
In most cases, climbers jump with a rope tied around their waist.
If they miss the landing — which is not uncommon — they plummet into the wall of the base tower.
This can probably go unsaid, but, rock jumping tends to involve injuries, and alcohol.
His sandaled feet landed on the opposite tower with a flat thud, and his ankle promptly swelled to twice its natural size. Kops could barely walk, but somehow this did not deter him from executing two more jumps.
When the day was over, he nursed his injury with a half-liter of lager at the buffet near the entrance to the Adrspach rocks.
This story, appearing in today's New York Times
, features video of some rock jumping, including a jumper who didn't quite make it to the other side, resulting in him becoming very friendly with the face of a rock.
It is nearly a guarantee the editor of this site, Jeff Pyatt, will want to try rock jumping within 0.3 seconds of reading this entry.
(Deuce of Davenport)