My scariest moment was one I caused all on my own. I went in the winter time to "Don't Quarry, Be Happy" (GCM460). I hadn't been caching that long and was still very gung-ho about finding caches on my day off. I got all the way up the steep access road in thigh-high snow and found myself at the entrance to a quarry carved into a mountain top. I could see where the cache had to be.....up on the top of the quarry to my left. To get there I would have to climb up onto granite shelves that looked like a large staircase cut into the rock....each level being waist level higher than the last. I'd have to climb up, traverse horizontally for a few feet, then climb up to the next level. The problem was, it had rained and the entire surface was glare ice! After getting all the way in there, and not wanting to turn away without the find, I decided to go for it. I pulled out my set of house/car keys, took off two of them, and started to use them as ice picks to keep myself from slipping as I made my climb and traversing the horizontal sections. It was when I was about three stories up that I looked down, and fully realized that I was on glare ice being held in place by two house keys that I had jammed into the ice. I was near the top and decided to go on, but I also realized that I had to descend the same way I had come up, and that if I slipped and fell chances were very slim that I would be found before spring. I was a new cacher and had taken a very foolish chance. I vowed never to be that foolish again, and after finding the cache made my way very slowly and cautiously down the face of the granite. I was SO relieved to get back to my car. Trust me on this one, I learned my lesson..... I will not take such a foolish risk again.