Sorry for the hijack ... but Aron Ralston ... when that report came out it made a shiver go down my backside.
Back in 75 I was in Chattanooga, Tn visiting my parents for the summer when I got this wild hair to try out a climbing area called Sand Rock in northern Alabama. Up there by myself and was doing a top roped climb using Jumars on a chest and seat harness. Several flakes involve a jam crack to get past an overhang. In one I inserted my left hand to just past the wrist and flexed the joint to jam it. The rock shifted and pinched my wrist just enough to hit a pucker factor of 10 on a scale of 5! Of course back then I was young and immortal and I was able to free it by reaching up with my right hand and pulling upwards. So it was forgotten a day after it happened.
But boy did Aron's story give me flash backs! You just never really know ...
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