So I wake up with a strange fragment of a dream. I was at the top of a roller coaster, some 380 feet climbing up a steel coaster by hand. Why 380 feet? (Don’t know). But the prospective of a three foot wide track, and a sharp near vertical drop on the other side. Reinforced the height. Since, I have skydived and free climbed heights aren’t a big issue. The wind of course was very substantial. But the view was a shallow sea, ocean (Hawaii or Carribean) the colors were awesome. Now, I have near been someone who thought of jumping off a very tall object with the object of not surviving the landing but the thought of landing in the sea was there.
Eventually, I climbed down the way I came. Although, normal thought maybe. But in a climbing situation, much like driving uphill on one lane road there are rules. You don’t put someone in a position that’s hard to recover from. Down is always easier. But I’m taking the path up by it being so narrow. Of course, there’s a thirty something guy half carrying a seven old year up as I go down. Keep in mind three feet wide and extremely sharp incline, so no place to step aside here.