It went surprisingly well.
Which is to say, I fell off progressively higher and higher places on the cliff until I got too tired to climb any more and also couldn't figure out what to do next from that point, and also I found out that falling off cliffs is an amazing amount of fun.
Chaz is over there snickering at me right now, but I'm going to fix his wagon.
After all, he's only fictional.
403.7 miles to Lothlorien