Balcony High Bar

I slipped through the cracked sliding glass door out onto the balcony, realizing my neighborhood patrol needed an official training facility. Right in the middle of the deck sat the ultimate obstacle: a white foldable clothes drying rack. I scrambled up the diagonal leg, caught the top tubular crossbar with both hands, and kicked into a full swing, flipping clean over the rail like an Olympic gymnast. A spring-loaded wooden clothespin was clamped right on the wire ahead, so I vaulted straight off it to stick a landing on the lower strut. No stadium applause out here, but my landing was an easy ten out of ten.