It's late in the day and we have spent several hours on top.   Kurt, Sue and I are making our way down the cables.  Techniques for going down vary.  The bold (a.k.a., the stupid) proceed head first, as we are.  The more timid (a.k.a., the smart) back down.  The acrophobic (a.k.a, the clingers) close their eyes, huddle in the fetal position, and hold on for dear life.  Almost every time I've done this trip, there have been several 'still lifes' glued to the cables with friends trying to talk them down.  We, of course, being the caring, gentile, intelligent folks we are go whistling by yelling, "Jump, it's faster.  Relieve your misery.  Make it easy on yourself.  Nana, nana, nah, nah.  Is that a snake crawling up your leg?... "  You get the drift.