In unrelated news, falling off rocks can hurt. I was up maybe ten feet on this fairly sheer rock yesterday when my footing slipped and I went straight down, straight through the hands of my spotter, hit the crash pad feet first, feet rolled out from under me, hit my back flat on the pad and sortof went into a fetal position as I rolled backwards, ending with my head in the dirt and my feet up above my shoulders. From my perspective I went from being nose-to-the-rock to having a crowd of four guys hovering over wavering between saying "that was awesome" and "are you okay?" while I considered my shoelaces from an unusually close view.
Aside from losing some skin on my wrist though, I'm okay. That or my mild concussion has only subtly affected my perceptions so no one has noticed that I'm now a serial killer waiting to strike.