![]() I tentatively lower myself down, pinching a couple of fingers around a small outcropping of rock before shifting my weight over to a wooden beam.Īs I reach further out on the beam, it begins to tip, dropping debris and leaves past my face, and it becomes clear my only chance of avoiding a deadly fall is to jump. It’s short-lived, however - the rock is calling my name once again. ![]() The worn, wooden platform underfoot is the first break my chalked, red hands have had in ten minutes.
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