No shit but poor judgement

I guess I am glad and sad...glad that there are risk takers willing to take a chance for whatever...

doubt if I would have stepped out onto the moon...

Sad that people die...Challenger

It seems to be in the blood with some people....the same adrenaline rush comes in other pursuits and extreme sports, nothing can stop them from doing it either, the risk is part of the appeal. Sad that this time he didn’t make it....his family understood that despite the high risk of losing him eventually, they had to support him in his need to try to do what he did.

It's risk-taking behavior. Addicted to adrenaline.

Risk-takers often die in the mountains. I survive by assessing risks and erring on the side of caution.

"No, Karen, we don't have micro-spikes," I said last winter. "It's too dangerous to climb that steep cliff, gaining 4,000 feet in elevation."

To my surprise, Gro agreed. Two against one. We prevailed.

Climbing a Waterfall, age 22, August 1977

With Tim and Ken, we were driving through the beautiful, verdant Oregon Coast Range, heading to the Pacific Ocean. "Pull over!" I called as we passed a waterfall.

I nimbly scrambled up the 40-foot waterfall like a monkey, using rocks, logs and branches as hand-holds. The guys protested from below.

"How are you going to get down, smart-ass?" they hollered when I reached to top. I was wearing shorts, hiking boots and a T-shirt. Hair in braids.

"Watch me!" I called. Crouching, I slid carefully back-and-forth on my boot soles, along slippery, mossy tree trunks that had fallen, crisscrossing the waterfall. Steered by grabbing branches.

Landed on my feet beside the road, soaking wet and laughing.

When I became a mother at age 35, I seriously reduced my risk-taking behavior.