You couldn’t even get me to the base of that thing much less climb it!
And I'd be standing 10 ft. behind you...
I remember when I was five years old creeping on my belly to peek over the edge of a, either 1000 or 3000 foot precipice at the end of the Trail of the Lonesome Pine in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia in the 50s before all the railings and pavement and guards were there. The only indication was a small sign at the bottom of the path that pointed along it.