Some people enjoy dancing with the devil...but the odds are against you. I've watched Free Solo, and this man is the epitome of freestyle climbing...but unfortunately, I know some day we will hear of his untimely death.
Not close to this level, but when I was young I enjoyed backpacking solo in Molokai for two weeks at a time with a bundle of dried opelu (mackeral) and a five lb bag of brown rice...eating mangos, papayas, guavas and Malaysian prawns along the animal trails I would hike along...never gave any thought to whether I would fall and break a leg or get sick to the point where I couldn't walk out of the cliffs of the north shore...and really enjoyed night scuba diving solo, spearing fish and grabbing lobsters, moving my boat anchor underwater that I illuminated with a cyalume stick from spot to spot; diving all night with three tanks, then going back to my shop in the early morning washing off with the hose before work.
All that shit stopped with the birth of my first daughter...
