Until the time came that someone had to climb up to retrieve our safety rope. We had hoped to throw it across the top of the tower, attached to a small rock, so it could be used to belay a climber. Needless to say it got stuck in a crack and I had to climb up to retrieve it. Below me is a 20 foot fall to rocks and crashing surf, and the crumbly rock underfoot and underhand was itching to break off at any moment, and I was unprotected. This was the scariest ironing I'd ever done - I was physically shaking with fear. But the rescue rope had to be rescued... I couldn't even use it to support my weight in case it, too, broke off!