But flying puddle jumpers doesn’t. Weird how that works.
Ha, none of these come even close to climbing the Eiger in Switzerland. At the end of winter conditions in July of 1992 (I think) the ice fall and rock fall were terrible. I had a falling rock clip the fabric on the right shoulder of my parka, but did not touch me. It sounded like a bee going past. Our group of four were the first to summit that year with winter conditions lasting later than normal. Not close to the highest mountain I have climbed, but certainly the most dangerous. I would not do it again!