Here's a couple of pictures in 1990, when my (not yet) husband, his older brother and a couple of friends went to Yosemite to climb Half Dome. You can see them all on top of the mountain, 3,000 feet high, just hanging out by the edge like it's no big deal! Ugh..that makes my stomach hurt when you see how just one wrong step will send you right over! He just told me that they shouldn't have sat there because the rocks on the edge slip and fall ALL THE TIME!
That's my husband in the white cap!