Climbing them or jumping off of them, I love a good ledge. We hung out on the beach of this pristine, geothermal heated lake in the Tetons. I spied a few brave souls leaping from this monolith. We hike around the lake to get a chance to leap ourselves. A was a solid Nope. I took my share of launches over a couple of hours. A family with kids were there. One of the kids, Benji, prob 12, hemmed and hawed, fawned and fretted for the entire time, wanting to jump. But he just couldn't. Walking to the edge, looking over, and then backing away. Over and over and over again. A girl, about his age, showed up and just jumped, much to little mr hesitant's dismay. That may have been the tipping point for Benji, He jumped not long after and then jumped again. His battle cry to his siblings, younger and older, to jump was: "Don't let your dreams be dreams!!!" I kinda liked it, live your dreams, make things come true. Only you can do that, no one will make any of your dreams come true, put yourself first. Live your life, not someone else's. Not trying to tony robbins you to death or anything, but you know what I mean.
This was Phelps Lake In Grand Teton National Park. It got warmer the farther out you swam. The guy I am trying not to land on was about 40 feet out floating for hours. The upward pitch of the jump meant that if you took a running start, which I advise you to do, you couldn't see the water below until you were up and over it. A lot of people gasped in mid air after just having left the rock and got a glance as to how high they were. Some shrieked with fear and immediate regret of their decision. Best day ever.