When our roller-furling jib jammed near the top, I volunteered to go up on an improvised bosun's chair. When I got up there (it's higher than it looks), former friends Ross and Bill started rolling the boat from side to side, drawing a large arc with the the mast and this poor fellow at the top, causing many loud and profane words to be heard across the land.
And this, my friends, is the Ute Trail! (Ross for scale.) It has been used to cross the Rockies for millennia. This tundra trail is one of my favorite places in the world, and not only for the spectacular view- to know that you are walking exactly where those paleo-Indians walked, and possibly the tool-maker of the Mahaffey Cache, just gets me going! OK, I'm done.