While camping in Arizona in the 1970s I would watch climbers go up a shear cliff at night you could see a light as they dangled there held up by pitons the next morning Id get on my dirt bike (motorcycle) and take the long way round up switch back trails to the top and see those climbers almost to the top. I won. The bike ride was exhilarating. After noon Id have a few beers. Life is good!
Clint having a beer in Arizona.
On his younger days hubby was a climber. I never got it either.