"Pat Flannery" wrote in message
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Well, gee, Pat, *I* almost lost it at the Grand Canyon because of a poor
choice in picking the rock to put my weight on.

Don't you just hate it when they start moving?

It was a Wile E. Coyote moment, I tell ya, especially since that same rock
held me fine on the way down.

My wife won't let me climb rocks anymore. Ropes are for pussies.