Recently, I tracked down an old friend from high school and was reminded of my rappelling and rock climbing days during my misspent youth.
Rappelling was easing. You just jumped, kept track of your feet and hollered “yee haw’ as you bounced off of a wall or rock down to the ground, hoping to stick your “landing.”
Rock climbing was more difficult as you had to go UP. I had a bad back and thus was the world’s strangest rock climber. I didn’t do anything the way it should be done, but I managed to climb up the rock cliffs of Devil’s Lake in Wisconsin. I can remember getting to the top, panting, and just laying on the warm rock in the sun glorying in the physical exertion and accomplishment.