Vlad climbed to the top of our neighbors' 60 foot mast. Not just for grins, of course, but to drop their jib. He said it wasn't too scary, but the sound of the main halyard going snap, crackle and pop was mildly disconcerting. Yikes!
I haven't gotten up the nerve to climb up Bettie's mast yet, but I might have to, judging from how hard it looked for two grown men to haul Vlad to the top. I see either overcoming my fear of heights or some serious push-ups in my future.