Here's a conversation I had this weekend, fifty feet up in the air.



Me: "I can't believe this chair lift doesn't have a safety bar. I just cannot believe it."

Juan: "You're gripping a little tight.  Scared?"

"Hell, yes. I'm scared of heights and here we are, fifty feet off the ground on a wooden bench in an arctic gale and an ice pack below us. And no bloody safety bar."

"First of all, it's a mild breeze. Second, it's snow beneath you."

"Yeah, fifty feet beneath me."

"Forty. At most."

"...