sweaty feet huge cojones
Sometimes you find things that just take your breathe away. I have to admit even I, being a former parachutist, found that this video gave me the goose bumps. Every time the climber stopped for a rest I kept thinking “that must be the top” but no, up he went … [I’ve always found it strange that you get sweaty palms and feet just when you least want them!]
To think that during the depression in the 1920’s and 30’s men would work without safety lines, as standard [one assumes this famous image wasn’t staged – as in best Harold Lloyd/silent movie style, i.e. a completed floor to catch their fall just out of photo-frame?]
There were many skyscraper construction workers in the early 20th Century [and apparently still now] recruited from certain Native American [Iroquois, specifically Mohawks] tribes that apparently had ‘no fear of heights’. Personally I’ve always found it is a case of simply needing to get on with the job in hand. Though admittedly jumping out of an aeroplane is easier to do than climbing a tall tower – the ‘height’ somehow becomes more surreal, more abstract. And hence the immediate impact [ho ho] of the situation is often lost.
As all human learning must have started somewhere [Fire = Burn / Water = Wet] one wonders what our ancestors must have thought the first time they tried to play birdie-flap-flap from a high place and discovered Big Fall = Splat!