The canyon is so deep that the river at the bottom looks like a silver thread, and pixel Jordi Wild has climbed all morning to reach the edge. He zips up his wingsuit, checks the wind and jumps. The guides call the route Canyon Wingsuit, and only a few have flown it from end to end.
Red rock pillars rise from the canyon floor in pairs, with narrow gaps between them, and stone arches and waterfalls wait further down. Every push of his arms lifts him a little, but push too often and his arms get tired, so each beat gets weaker until he rests. Eagle feathers drift on the warm air. How far can steady strength carry him?
