The video a few swipes in doesn't properly show the steep climb that kicked my ass going up and down the bluffs.
I try to visit this Sylvan Park every time I am in town, as we did often during the summer with my grandparents. The bluffs continue eroding each year, slowly the lookout spots and paths we followed in our childhood fall away to nothing.
The beaches below are filled with bricks and large quarry rocks to help protect the fragile precipices. There are always odd things to be found amongst the rubble washed up from the lake.
Up top there are benches and young trees dedicated to people from the local area who have passed away. Nowadays they let plants grow wild to combat erosion, but once you could have a full unencumbered vista of the whole lake and beach from above.
For the record, I know personally only one person who has fallen down the bluffs - he survived, with quite a few broken bones ... and a bruised ego for being rather stupid on some roller blades. Allegedly.