More precisely, I'm afraid of plummeting from a very high plane onto a much lower plane in a freefall. The higher the fall, the more I think about worst case scenarios and celebrity deaths and statistics of people falling from similar heights. I start to worry about what my final thoughts would be as dropped. I'd probably curse myself for not being more afraid of heights.
I wasn't exactly looking forward to last weeks rock climbing field trip to Vertical Dreams rock climbing gym.
The gym is on the top floor of an old industrial park and the central feature is a seventy foot drop (former service elevator shaft) amid twenty five foot walls. I was barely brave enough to look over the edge. I did manage a few quick glimpses, and it is impossible to describe how deadly the drop looks, especially when a student is dangling at the top of the drop. I did have a very exhilarating time, I climbed the easiest twenty five foot section of the gym with great difficulty. Next year, I think I might actually try the seventy foot drop. First, I need to look up statistics on rope failure.
How would I describe the snowman?
It's an event where people eager to ditch the isolation and boredom of winter came together to compete in a spirited, yet whimsical and celebratory manner.
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