That same summer Jordan's older brother Kyle got into climbing as
well. Kyle is not a regular guy even his uniqueness is unique. What I
mean is most of the time rebellion or deviance is framed in the
context of the society as a protest to the mainstream and its values.
Kyle just did, and just does his own thing with in his own way apropos to nothing. One
day that summer after we had been climbing on a lower face Jordan and
I decided to ride up to what was called the rappelling wall, because
it was good and tall and strait, perfect for rappelling. Rock climbing
had basically ruined the thrill of rappelling for us and now it just
seemed like a lot of walking for very little excitement. So we were
just going up to see what Kyle and his friend Noah were up to. What
they were up to was the most crazy pastime I had ever seen in my
life. They had run a three or four hundred foot rope to the top of
the cliff through a carabiner and back down to the back bumper of
some sort of micro-sub-compact car. Then they were taking turns
putting on a climbing harness and tying into the loose end of the
rope and then flying up to the top when the car pulled away. I am a
naturally anxious person and right when I saw what they were getting
up to I was sick with nerves. All I could imagine was the driver
going too far and ripping the flier into the top of the cliff and
breaking the rope off the carabiner and the flier come plummeting down
to the ground. That I did not want to see no matter how cool a
successful run looked. I made up and excuse about why I had to be
somewhere else right lickety-split and I left Jordan with his brother
and friend and their super-danger machinations. I don't know how the
whole thing played out except for they were all alive and well the
next day so maybe they didn't die.
