The east side has about a six-foot scramble most would do without a second thought. I knew it was dicey for my whirly-bird lack of balance but I really didn't want to go home to chat weather and politics on a forum or anywhere for that matter so I gave it a whirl. Getting down safely didn't appear to be an option because it was more than one hand placement and I need a spare hand to blink to see clear. So I just jumped with blurred vision after halfway, knowing there'd be a little bounce. Very minor thigh rash, so I was elated... until I had to navigate the brush again.. Which was easier going down, albeit taxing on the mind knowing I was overdue. Bruce arrived seconds after I stepped back on the trail.