The air would be too thin to parachute at this height. Or jump out and free-fall for that matter. But if I could snap my fingers and make it happen I’d put on a bright-yellow fireproof jump suit and helmet plus an oxygen tank and mask and jump out and free-fall for I don’t how many miles. (20?) I’d take video on the way down, and I’d twitter about it too.
I’d savor the fall for as long as possible, and then pull the chute and angle myself so I land in Venice or Mar Vista. And then I’d write a story about it. Seriously — I wish I was around to smell that ashy burnt wood-and-sagebrush scent and see the billowing smoke clouds.
