First time I went rappelling, we tied off to one of the trestles along the Iron Horse Trail above North Bend.
Almost exactly halfway down, my sweatshirt decided it was going to see what the world on the other side of the descender was like, and my gentle slide came to an abrupt halt.
I had *just* enough upper-body strength to lift myself high enough with one arm and pull the shirt out of the figure-eight with the other. Toughest part was remembering that, since I was stuck, it was OK to let go of the rope to get the right grip. :)
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Date: 2007-06-29 04:17 am (UTC)Almost exactly halfway down, my sweatshirt decided it was going to see what the world on the other side of the descender was like, and my gentle slide came to an abrupt halt.
I had *just* enough upper-body strength to lift myself high enough with one arm and pull the shirt out of the figure-eight with the other. Toughest part was remembering that, since I was stuck, it was OK to let go of the rope to get the right grip. :)