“Leif Steps”
<p>M<strong>att paced back and forth on the ledge in front of me as if he were walking on the edge of a sidewalk. “You wouldn’t die if you fell,” he tried to explain to me while he toed the line of a several hundred-foot fall. Unconvinced, I squinted down my nose for another look over the ledge as a gust of wind blew across the peaks above. Just inches from my feet the ground disappeared, plunging into a seemingly endless slope of crumbling mountainside. Matt’s years of climbing experience were nothing to scoff at, but everything in me wanted to call “bullshit.”</strong></p>
<p><strong>Besides, I wasn’t sure surviving such a fall was a better alternative.</strong></p>
<p><strong>“If you fell,” he said, “I’d just walk up the ridge to call for help and say, ‘hey, my buddies hurt, can you come get him.”</strong></p>
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