Here it is... the truth of the matter.
Have I been crazy and gone face first down a cliff or do I hate Jeeps?
Y'all should know me.... I'm a bit crazy!
#3 is the truth!
My oldest brother is very out-doorsy and he took up rappelling many years ago and each time I would go visit I would join him. He once told me how he and some friends put the harness on backwards and went face first down the cliff. Of course I wanted to try it too!
I walked off the ledge, 75 feet up, and then I shouted over my shoulder: "what do I do now?" I realized at that moment it was harder to do than I thought it would be! Oh well.... I took another step and stumbled. I only slid about 4 feet to a small ledge scraping my elbows in the process.
After a deep breath I stepped off again and then made my way down the cliff. At the bottom I couldn't remember what he told me about pulling my legs out so I came to rest on the ground in a push up position. "Well that was fun!" was my response when my brother came down.
The lie is about the Jeep. I would love to own a Jeep. Maybe someday!
Thanks for playing along!