He climbs to dizzying heights without a rope or protective equipment of any kind, shuffles across
narrow sills of stone such as the «Thank God»
ledge high atop the sheer granite face of Half Dome in Yosemite National Park.
«Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some
high rock, on such a
narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once!