A tradition with our grandchildren is to visit the top of Rocky Butte (Portland, Oregon) and view the sunset, people watch and generally enjoy the panorama. My granddaughter, Desirae (12 y/o), took the camera in hand. The following are just a few of her beautiful images she saw and captured. (click the individual pics)
At this point, this young woman was about 20′ above the ground. She continued up another 30′ or so up this vertical shaft, of sorts. Her father scurried up the wall, as if nothing, and continued on much higher. I have trouble negotiating a step ladder, So, I admire free climbing.
This week, a young man fell 150′ to his death at Rocky Butte near my home. Every few years, a climber dies on the North side of Rocky Butte.
Here Portland Fire & Rescue prepare to rescue a climber stranded on the side of Rocky Butte in the dark. Also, they are always tasked with recovering the bodies of fallen climbers, who might be wedged in the rocks above the lowest point below.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”