Garry is not afraid of heights. He might have liked mountain climbing, but work kept him otherwise occupied. He did try — and enjoy — jumping out of planes. With a parachute.
The years have marched on and although he no longer ventures up on the roof, it’s not his fear of heights. More like a fear of getting giddy at an inappropriate moment.
I haven’t met many people who can climb high places and not get freaked out.
I’ve gotten a little bit better over time, but I still don’t like being near the edge of anything higher than a small stepladder.
Thus, during the times when Garry decides he want to shoot the falls from right along the edge, I try to control my urge to whimper and cry out “DON’T DO IT BABY! I LOVE YOU! COME HOME!”