As a young man, back in the 1960s and early ‘70s, I used to climb mountains and cliff faces using ropes and pitons. I had one hairy scare when a piece of rock crumbled under my fingers up a on cliff face and realized it would have been a 75 foot fall. Now days, I get nervous going six feet up a ladder.
Wow! Same thing. I was on a military training exercise years ago and “froze” on a cliff roof about 120 feet up. My buddy had to belay me down as I sweated bullets and I have been spooked by heights since. No problem jumping out of airplanes for some bizarre reason (maybe just that it’s do-or-die?)But for some reason I freak out when I’m looking over a cliff or out of a building. Even my kids laugh at me.
You at least had a period where you could tolerate heights, I never did——I have been this way my entire life.
Just looking at pics or videos of high montain roads sickens me,like the road to Ouray,CO.
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So...what made you want to do this? I parachuted one time, but would never do it again.
Now days, I get nervous going six feet up a ladder.
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for those over 50 considering climbing ladders
I look at some of the things I did as a kid (jumping from one garage roof to another, etc.) and couldn’t imagine trying these things today (four decades later) - even though I’m a foot taller. I’m old now...