Rock was in way over his head. A married couple and their daughter, each close friends of his, had reached the top of a two-hundred-foot climb up a nearly vertical rock cliff. He had ridden with them to this remote site, hours away from North Little Rock, and they were about to leave.
As for Rock, he was fifty feet up the cliff and somewhat panicked. His choices were to continue to the top and ride home with Ron, Elaine, and their daredevil daughter Susy or climb down and wait on the river bank for several more days. There was a group of Little Rock Hashers below, and they were having a blast.
Rock was far past ready to leave, but after a quick assessment, he concluded that a fall was probable if he continued his climb. He would have to turn back.
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