I was hiking with Steve on the edge of a cliff. We reached the place we wanted to sit and sat with our legs dangling off the edge. We had set up a small picnic and were enjoying the view of the valley. Then right before we got up the cliff started to shake then it fell right out from under us. Luckily I was able to grab a root jutting out before we fell down the 100 ft drop. Steve grabbed my feet as I gripped tighter to the root. I started to yell for help but no one could help us, we were too far down. They called 911 but it was a 15 min drive to get to us and my feet were killing me. Luckily there was a cave under the cliff so I swung my feet back and forth and Steve jumped into the cave. Once he had regained his balance he held out his arms to catch me. I let go of the root and landed perfectly into his arms. Once we were safe in the cave we sat and waited for rescuers to come.