|Tsk. You probably know how my blog entries are usually complaining about stupid things people have done. Well today, that would be me.|
We went for coffee-and-wandering with a bunch of people. The wandering took us up a slope that ended atop a cliff. After several hours I was quite bored. The whole "going outside with several people" thing, after all. And all this time, as the boredom built up, there was a cliff of rocks staring at me.
It finally came to be time to leave, and I decided it would be fun to climb down the cliff rather than walking down the winding path. It looked both easy and fun, after all. And it wasn't so high.
It was, of course, high, not easy, and not fun. It was about three times as high as it looked. All the nice firm-looking rocky handholds were actually full of loose dirt and slick with watery moss-gloop. All the nice firm-looking trees, spaced at convenient person-height distances, that would be excellent footholds were, it turned out, mostly just large branches with no roots at all. Those that weren't loose branches were trees with just enough roots to support themselves so long as it's not windy. Light as I am, I still don't weigh less than a bit of wind.
A couple of fifteen-foot drops later, and with a sprained ankle, I was still about thirty feet from the ground, and entirely out of secure handholds or footholds. Said ground being on a steep incline (thus particularly not good to land on with a sprained ankle) and leading to sharp rocks.
After surveying the possible routes (can't go up, going down that way would be dangerous and suck, and going down that way would also be dangerous and suck), two of the group went to get rope. An hour or so later, with a couple of hundred-foot nylon ropes, they returned. These were used cunningly, one to safely pass me the other. I tied that one around myself, and lobbed the other end over the one firm log on the whole cliff (coincidentally, the same one I was sitting on - no, I wasn't hanging off a tiny ledge for an hour; I'd have probably just tried the drop, if that were the case) and down to the companions. A classic simple descent, after that, with three people and some friction holding my weight. And given the mechanism, we didn't have to leave either rope there, which is, of course, a good thing. After all, a 100-foot light rope is worth 20 gold pieces.
After that, it was but a short hop-limp-carry-piggyback to the nearest car. A joy and a pleasure.
1. Never leave the house. You'll get bored and do something stupid.
2. Cliffs are taller and more difficult than they appear. You knew that, you idiot.
3. Cliffs are harder to go down safely than up. You knew that too. Honestly, what were you thinking?
4. Ow. [09:35] [12 comments]