The first I visited was Cape Hatteras. I distinctly remember beginning the climb and turning around to go back before reaching the first landing. I waited with my mom while my dad and older sisters finished the climb. I was around 4 at the time (summer of 1965 or 66)...within a couple years I was no longer intimidated with the height and climbed it with no problem...and have done so about 25 times since. Because of the move, this summer was the first in about 10 years that I didn't climb it.

Doc John