I kept worrying about the footholds and hand rope pulling out of the rock, but it was an interesting experience, as close as I would ever get to the real thing. But then we got to the skinny railroad rails and I almost stopped watching. But thanks for posting, it's really worth seeing.
A mint julep would hit the spot right now.
Don't hold back. Get you one of those tee shirts: "I nag because I care."
I have good memories of the concerts I went to in the 1970s, but actually enjoying the music was secondary to all the other stuff going on, as you have found.