[ WP ] An adventure of you and your bestfriend .

Ryan handed Tim the rope and he clipped it to his harness with a black carabiner. With his back to the cliff face, he leaned out over the drop like he was sitting in an imaginary chair. Slowly he began to descend. 
 
 `` How high do you think we are,'' Tim asked. `` A hundred feet?'' 
 
 `` More like 200,'' said Ryan as he fed Tim more rope. 
 
 Tim continued to descend until his feet reached the ground below. He unclipped the rope from his carabiner and signaled to Ryan that it was ok for him to descend. 
 
 When Ryan was halfway down the cliff, He began to spin uncontrollably. Tim knew if Ryan could n't stop the spin, the rope would become twisted, putting incredible pressure on the carabiner. Too much pressure and the carabiner would break - hurtling Ryan to the ground. With still 100 feet to go, He would almost certainly die on impact. 
 
 Wasting no time, Tim raced around to the back side of the cliff where the slope allowed him to run up to the top. In just a few minutes he was clipped into the rescue rope. As fast as he could, while maintaining control, he descended to Ryan's location. The spinning had stopped but the rope was completed twisted. He could see the corner of the carabiner was starting to turn white as the rope increased its pressure. 
 
 `` Ryan, you ok? C'mon talk to me man.'' 
 
 He slapped Ryan's face to try and wake him up but it was not working. He must've slammed into the rock face during the spin and knocked himself unconscious. 
 
 Tim knew he had to somehow get Ryan hooked to the rescue rope before the carabiner snapped. He just hoped the rope would hold both of them long enough to get them to the ground. 
 
 He reached down and took a carabiner off his harness and snapped it to Ryan's. Slowly he looped the rescue rope into the carabiner and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He knew the twisted rope would not allow him to remove the other carabiner from Ryan's harness so he used the knife to cut the rope above the twist. With the last strand of rope severed, Ryan's weight rested entirely on the rescue rope. 
 
 The salesman at sporting goods store said it was rated to hold 400 pounds. Tim was pushing 220. He did n't know what Ryan weighed but he estimated to be about 180 pounds. Between the two of them they'd be testing that weight limit. 
 
 With Ryan securely fastened to Tim, they began to descend. Just a few feet at first. Slowly, they began to pick up speed. Tim was having trouble slowing them down. Turning around, he could see the ground some 20 feet below him coming up fast. He squeezed the brake as hard as could. 15 feet, 10 feet, 5 feet. Boom! 
 
 Dust hung in the air like a cloud. Tim coughed and spit out what he could. They had made it. Slowly he picked himself up off the ground and turned around. A few feet to his left, sitting on a rock in the shade of the cliff sat Ryan drinking a Gatorade. 
 
 `` It's about time,'' said Ryan laughing. `` What took you so long?'' 
 
 
 Story by Luke Boyd 

