XC Magazine | Karma Flight

Soaring high above the foothills of the Annapurna Range Cody Tuttle sets off on his first and probably most memorable XC flight of his life. Taking off above 3,700 meters on the Mardi Himal ridgeMachapuchare (6,993meters) still stands tall in the distance.  Photo: Cherise Tuttle flying tandem with Jamie Messenger

Soaring high above the foothills of the Annapurna Range Cody Tuttle sets off on his first and probably most memorable XC flight of his life. Taking off above 3,700 meters on the Mardi Himal ridgeMachapuchare (6,993meters) still stands tall in the distance.  Photo: Cherise Tuttle flying tandem with Jamie Messenger

Imagine a place where you could fly with dinosaurs, soar amongst the worlds tallest mountains, and experience a rich culture nearly frozen in time. Now snap into the reality of the world’s most polluted cities, corrupt government, and severe poverty. Welcome to Nepal. A magical place full of awe and wonder yet barely hanging on to the 21st century of development. The birth place of Buddha and the home of Mount Everest. A country of only 28 million people, yet divided into over 200 social castes that determine your place in society. Welcome to the great and mighty Himalaya.

Enjoying a break from the chaos this elder just prepared a meal of rice for young monks only days after the April 25th earthquake. 

Enjoying a break from the chaos this elder just prepared a meal of rice for young monks only days after the April 25th earthquake. 

I will always remember the moment when I stepped off the plane and landed in Kathmandu for the first time. My senses were overloaded and my draw for adventure overwhelmed. Claiming your bag at the Tribhuvan Airport was a monumental accomplishment in itself. A room full of excited travelers all searching for their backpacks on the 2 conveyer belts that only operate part of the time. Most of the bags are piled high in the corner without any sense of organization

I would never imagine a single trip would change my life, my entire existence, and my future, like the first time I stepped foot in this tiny country. Nepal is a place that mountaineers and pilots alike dream about visiting one day. Home to the worlds tallest mountains, fastest rivers, and a deeply rooted culture unlike no other. Any chance to travel to the Himalaya would be a trip of a lifetime.

  The monster that lured me into the Himalaya for the very first time. The North Face of Annapurna 1 (8,091 meters) the fatality-to-summit ratio (32%) is the highest of any of the eight thousanders.  

 

The monster that lured me into the Himalaya for the very first time. The North Face of Annapurna 1 (8,091 meters) the fatality-to-summit ratio (32%) is the highest of any of the eight thousanders.  

In 2015 I found myself clipping into a paraglider for the first time. I was assigned to photograph the sport with California native and XC Pilot Dave Turner. The art of free flight had intrigued me for several years, but this was the moment when it all clicked. Dave and I both call the Owens Valley our home and have explored these mountains from the bottom up on countless alpine ascents and nights spent sleeping on El Capitan, in Yosemite Valley.  This would be the first time that I would see these summits from the air. From the very first flight I was absolutely hooked and that night schemed up a plan to talk my wife into letting me buy a paraglider. Long story short my plan worked and I found myself standing at the top of the training hill a week later with a very well used wing and enough excitement to fuel this soon to be obsession for many years to come. With only 60 days before leaving on my first Himalayan climbing expedition, I was fully distracted by the beauty of paragliding. It was all I could think about.

I knew that I had to find a way to squeeze my paraglider into all of my expedition gear and take it with me to Nepal. I never knew how much traveling with a paraglider would quickly complicate my baggage allowance for international flights. I opted to leave out any luxuries that I would have taken to base camp, Annapurna 1 (8,091 meters), all so I could bring my glider along. On the days I found myself sitting in base camp I would break out my glider to practice my ground handling. Little did I know at the time I was trying to kite above 4000 meters in a venturie at the base of an 8000-meter granite face. Conditions were far from ideal. The Nepalese thought I was crazy to bring such a big kite to play with as we watched the winds tear through the mountain passes. I was getting drug all around the glacial moraine laughing and having the time of my life. Needless to say I learned a lot in those few weeks. 

Looking back on Annapurna South and the sacred peak commonly known as Fish Tail.

Looking back on Annapurna South and the sacred peak commonly known as Fish Tail.

Sitting in my tent at 6000 meters all I could think about was flying. I think its distraction actually helped me sleep at night as avalanches ripped past our tent.  We wore wax ear plugs to keep the sound of car sized ice blocks falling above us from waking us up.  I would visualize myself standing on launch in shorts and a t-shirt soaring the California cliff-side as I laid in my down suit shivering waiting for the storm to pass. “Why am I up here”, I asked. I used to think that I needed to push myself to suffer in order to have an experience that would change me deep down inside. The suffering would push you to overcome both physical and mental barriers uncovering truths about yourself that may have never surfaced otherwise. I would later find out that flying paragliders would also have this same effect on me.

Taking a moment of self reflection after setting up Camp 1 on Annapurna.

Taking a moment of self reflection after setting up Camp 1 on Annapurna.

Waking up to fresh snow on our tents, we decided to retreat back to base camp and wait out the storm. The forecast showed 3 more days of snow high up on the mountain and we didn’t need to sit it out in our tent where we were risking being hit by an avalanche in the night. Many of the teams who were climbing with supplemental oxygen had made their first attempt on the summit the day before and were also forced to retreat due to weather. The mountain was empty. All parties were back in basecamp, sipping tea, and eating Dahl Bat. We had no idea what was about to hit us.

The earth moved in a way I never thought possible. It was as if you were standing on top of a big wave, oscillating back and forth. It was debilitating. Everyone started to run towards the ridge away from the cliff where many large seracs (hanging glaciers) hung over our heads. The clouds were low so we couldn’t see much, but the sound of falling rock and ice surrounded us.

On April 25th 2015, a 7.8 earthquake killed over 9,000 people in Nepal.  It was the largest natural disaster the country had endured in over 80 years.  Our objective quickly changed from climbing the worlds 10th highest and deadliest mountain, to becoming servants in a fight to distribute aid to the remote regions of Nepal that have been devastated by the recent natural disaster.

Beauty in the midst of disaster, this woman saw me walking by with my camera as she sorted out the rubble of what once was her home. After wiping away her tears she asked me to take a photo of her to share with the world. "Do not forget about me."

Beauty in the midst of disaster, this woman saw me walking by with my camera as she sorted out the rubble of what once was her home. After wiping away her tears she asked me to take a photo of her to share with the world. "Do not forget about me."

The Sadhu is dedicated to achieving moksa, the forth and final stage of life through meditation and contemplation of Brahman. They have chosen a way of life fully dedicated to spiritual discipline.

The Sadhu is dedicated to achieving moksa, the forth and final stage of life through meditation and contemplation of Brahman. They have chosen a way of life fully dedicated to spiritual discipline.

As mountain athletes we develop a certain skill set that actually becomes quite critical during disaster and aid relief. Many of us had first aid and EMT training, we could lay out routes on maps, run communications hubs, had access to satellite phones and GPS units, and could survive long stints in the mountains reaching remote locations faster than most other outfits.

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Still new to the paragliding scene I was immediately connected with Isabella & Jamie Messenger, long time PWC pilots and humanitarians. They had been running a non-profit in Pokhara called Karma Flights for several years and immediately dove into earthquake relief as soon as they heard the news. The entire paragliding community in Pokhara had rallied together to combine resources and get aid into the most effected areas. I have never seen a community pull together like these pilots did during the earthquake. My 6 week climbing expedition quickly turned into 4 months of non-stop humanitarian media work and 6 more trips back to Nepal in the past 2 and a half years. 

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I have always tried to make the experience the center of my expeditions and steer away from the tunnel vision created by ambition to reach a certain goal. This idea is exactly why I have fallen in love with the art of free flight. From my very first flight off the training hill to my longest XC, the feeling is still the same. I can step away from anything the world is throwing at me and enter into a trance soaring through the sky like a bird. It requires and demands my total concentration, to the point of meditation, to fly safely through these mountains. I learn more about myself in a single XC flight than I often do in a week of normal every day life.

Paragliding became my sanctuary in the world of chaos that surrounded me the next couple of years in Nepal. I would go out into the field working in some of the most devastated communities and socially backwards caste based issues that would leave me coming back broken because I could not wrap my head around this country and their way of thinking. I knew that I was put in this place for a reason, one bigger than any mountain or flying objective, to help give a voice to the voiceless and support the growth of the local governments. But I don’t think it was coincidence that I had brought this backpack full of nylon and string all the way around the globe either. It was the tool that I needed to refuel and refocus, a meditation temple where I could clear my head of the world around me, and go back into the field topped up and ready to give my all to the people of this beautiful country.

Manaslu seen from the village of Loh.

Manaslu seen from the village of Loh.

Life is a great balancing act. There are moments when your decisions will greatly impact your life forever and others that might slip by without putting a heavy weight on the outcome of your future. The very first moment I stepped foot in Nepal will always be a pivotal moment in time where my life would start its transformation. I can say the same about the very first time I took flight on a paraglider. Today flying brings balance to my life. It gives me great joy, pushes me as an athlete, and helps me refocus my mind back to a place of peace. We have a great opportunity as pilots to experience the world in a way many will never get to. Cherish the moments you have chasing dreams and soaring the magical railways of the sky.

Thanks to Ed Ewing and Cross Country Magazine for sharing this story in their latest issue.