On a recent hike up the Ram’s Head trail on the south shore of St. John’s Virgin Island National Park I came upon something I wasn’t expecting to see. At the very top of the trail, where the 360 degree views are so breathtaking they can make you lose your balance, there was a lone man with a long rope. He spent a lot of time tying the rope, and checking the strength of the connection, before he decided it was time. Clearly an expert, and secured, he suited up, grabbed the line, and shuffled to the edge. I was not even close and my own legs went numb with fear. In an instant, he was gone. Not a sound. Not a clamor. Just the sound of the wind. I stood there watching the taut cord leaning over the edge in the distance and wondered what compels someone to do this.