The good old days. Everything was simple. ?????ÿ
When I saw the title of the thread I thought we might get another look at the guy who climbed up Rio De Janeiro's statue of Christ the Redeemer and crawled out on the right arm to fix something.
I get goose bumps just thinking about it.
Or the crew eating lunch on an I-beam during construction of the Empire State Building.
I have a love/hate relationship with that photo. It’s a great pic but for some reason makes me want to duck under something in addition to making my feet’s sweat. ????
btw: “feet’s” is plural for “foot” in Southernspeak. ????
yea, and women knew how to take care of their man when his biplane looses a wheel. ????
(that oughta stir up the ladies here!)
@flga ???
@dave-lindell When I saw the title of the thread, I had high school music flashbacks
making my feet??s sweat.
My feet don't sweat from that, but I get weak all over.?ÿ When we were at the Grand Canyon, I had to walk on the side of the path furthest from the edge, and had to hold onto the railings to work my way out to the lookout points that many people strode to.?ÿ When others did things that were more risky (for instance, one guy dangling his legs over the edge at a non-official lookout point), my knees would buckle as I felt a need to hug the ground.
I have been through some aerobatic flight training in a T6 similar to the one on my profile. I have also been flying with a crop duster who had absolutely no fear... or was crazy... Fun stuff 😎 ?ÿ
I first learned to like heights when I was working on a construction site with a lot of ironworkers who chewed tobacco.
One of them had a nine-year-old daughter, just like I did at the time, and we would discuss their shenanigans while I followed him around and climbed the steel with him (we surveyors were mostly on stand-by).
I never got splattered.
I have always had a healthy respect for heights. The potential for a real sudden stop at the end of a short fall always kept me very attentive. I have never had a fear of flying and can do so without meds.
As I have aged, however, my ability to stand at or near the edge of a structure and look down has disappeared. I don't suffer sweaty hands or feet, but something in the region of my sphincter takes complete control and I am unable to even so much as reach over the edge to snap a photo.
I recall visiting the Stratosphere in Las Vegas where I had to get on my hands and knees in order to look straight down from one of those slanted observation windows. The kind that lean away from the vertical about 30?ø or 40?ø so you can look straight down. I am not even going to mention those rides at the top.
There was no way I could do that now. If it is more than 3-4 floors, I am dead in the water if you want me to topo that parapet or roof edge, fall protection or not.
I do have infrequent bouts with vertigo, but there are quick procedures that eliminate the accompanying dizziness.
My 2 cents.
JA, PLS SoCal
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Royal Gorge in Colorado is a good test.?ÿ 1250 feet deep.?ÿ The bridge has been converted from general highway traffic to visitor foot traffic and some small ATV's for employees.?ÿ Strolling out on the deck for hundreds of feet is no big deal.?ÿ Stepping over to the railing to look down requires more............guts.?ÿ Of course you can look down in places through the deck if that helps you feel better.?ÿ I had no particular problem with hanging the?ÿ camera over the railing to take shots.?ÿ Meanwhile, Mrs. Cow did not set so much as one foot onto the deck, long before it is over open air.?ÿ She hates all bridges as she assumes they will finally decide to collapse simply because she is on them.?ÿ She is not at all fond of really long bridges such as those across the Mississippi River.
