Nope. I’m not ashamed to admit I’m a first ballot HOF pussy when it comes to heights. Shit, my palms sweat worse than Patrick Ewing in OT when I’m standing on the edge of a tall building in GTA. Add on the bitterly freezing cold and not being able to take full breaths and there is zero chance you’ll ever find me on the summit of a peak unless it’s the delightful Space Mountain in Disney World. Leave this kind of stuff to the batshit professionals who need to get off to adrenaline and the movies. Jake Gylenanhalle, Josh Brolin and Doug Stamper can goose themselves up and down a mountain while I enjoy their deaths from the cheap seats.