On the way up the "trail" we would stop to rest at the tree hanging over the big gully. The tree started out solid then got smaller and smaller and turned into a splintered end. So we would take a piece of chalk and walk the log to see who could get out the farthest without chickening out or falling into the steep gully. I think Mad Dog Wilson got the farthest.
On the way down we'd take the detour to the 6" water pipes. They pipes were 10' off the ground thereabout on spindly supports. So if you got to wobbling your were pretty much toast. I was pretty much good at this and loved it. Tobin one time fell off and hooked his under knee then got himself up and made it across.
At the hang out spot at the base of the Weeping Wall there was a Stokes litter. We unfortunately made use of it one time but fortunately not to any dire consequences.