There were no diapers that would fit Dad's girth and all of the cellphone holders, keys, knife-holders, and whatnot attached to his belt, so he had to use a length of strap to fashion himself a Dad-style diaper. Good idea right? He said it was the first thing he used as a diaper when he pioneered rappelling in Southern Utah. (FYI: This is not a diaper to poop in, it is a device to hold your weight to the figure-eight. However, it is still badly named.) He went over the edge and me and Brayd ran over to an outcropping of rock to watch him rappel down. All of the sudden there was a place that dipped in on the side of the cliff and Dad did not jump off the side. This caused his torso to fall backwards and his legs to fly up. Freaked me and Braydon out as we watched our father being flipped upside down with a long way to the ground.
There was nothing we could do but stare (and yes, take a photo). My dad is, after all, completely invincible. After a minute it became incredibly funny as my dad was flipped completely upside-down! He had to finish the rappel that way and me and Braydon were bustin' our guts as we watched him land on the ground flat on his back! =D We heard Dad's loud laughter too from down in the canyon.
After watching my seasoned father blunder on his way down scared Braydon a bit. Although he played it off a little bit. This was technically Braydon's first time rappelling as the first time was basically walking down a steep hill attached to a rope. So, veeeeeeerrrrrrry shakily, me and Brayd hooked ourselves to the side-by-side ropes and started leaning back to get to the side of the cliff. Braydon was having difficulty moving and hated feeding rope through his figure-eight. His voice got a little louder as his panic increased as we got closer to the edge. The worst part is standing perpendicular over the ledge and having to put the rope on the ground, if that makes sense. I have slipped at this point before and gone, face-first, into the ledge. Not so fun. I stayed with Braydon for the first rappel, as he was very nervous. When we got halfway down I made him stop so we could take pictures. Hehe, he was not happy hanging off the side of the cliff. But he looks cool as a cucumber in the pictures. =D I took his pic and mine and one of us and had him take another of me from the side.
It was awesome of him to be brave and take my picture because he did NOT want to. Anyways, we got to the ground and we all climbed up the side of the mountain for another round. My Dad is amazing! At almost 62, he climbed up the rocks and shimmied through cracks as good as Braydon! I, of course, surpassed everyone in skill ;). We rappelled one more time. I looked up and saw that Braydon's rip in his pants had grown from about an inch long to his whole butt-cheek long. Haha, made me laugh! 
At the end of the second rappel, I got my guys to take some pics. All of the men in my family are such divas when it comes to taking pictures. It's like I'm asking them if I can yank out their two front teeth! But I did manage to get some. =D Even one of Braydon's fashionable shorts!
But after the one of the three of us, they were done and ready to go home. It was an awesome time and we were all a little pumped with adrenalin by the time it was over. =)
