Having taken a 10+ meter fall on a slab, I can say it wasn't that bad. With the help of some quick feet an alert belayer and a good pair of carhartt pants I hopped, skipped and skidded my way down Mt. Cole with only a couple of bruises and a few scraps to testify to my tale.
Granted a 10+ meter fall on some magic roof climb might cause less discomfort in the long run. I still think you, Wendy, would sell your favorite pony to the glue factory to avoid taking either fall. |