Whatever Andrew wrote in his version of this tale to make me look, by some odd chance, noble and wise, I want to make it clear that I was flat out scared to go down that way. I’ve ascended and descended it twice in the distant past and it made me very queasy. I did think with two of us on it simultaneously it would be dangerous. That may, or may not have been wise but it didn’t matter. As I followed Andrew down the loose rock at the top of the gully I became terrified and, boy, was I relieved when I made the decision to go down the other way.