So, when our hike got cut short the other day due to bear activity, we decided to do part of another nearby hike. I think I've told you before that I'm afraid of heights (see #7 here, for example). The beginning of this hike is next to a 120-foot drop down to a busy road. It's terrifying--to me. Not to anybody else in our crew. But I did it several years ago, so I thought it was going to be OK.
But no. We got about 50 feet out and I started to panic. Dean did his best--walked next to me on the drop-off side of the trail, coached me through it, offered to hold my hand (me: but then we'll BOTH GO OVER).
Finally we had to turn back. I felt like an idiot. It's not that bad--the trail is about 6-8 feet wide, and as you'll see in the pictures, there is a heavy-duty cable covered by a garden hose that is bolted into the side of the mountain. Although in my defense, I didn't turn back until we got to the end of the cable. The cable ended because, my family pointed out, the dropoff isn't as steep at that part. But it was still pretty damn steep and my stomach was having none of it. Or maybe it was my phobic brain. Or something. anyway, here are a few pictures, including one of me where I ducked under the cable and tried to smile in a brave, plucky way.
|This is looking back just before I gave up and we turned around|
Look close--you can see the garden hose in the upper left--that's the trail,
then the drop off down to the road
|PellMel took this one just by pointing the camera down.|
The garden hose-covered cable is on the right, and that's a bit of
the road a hundred feet down on the upper left
|See how brave I look?|
|MadMax and PellMel, clearly NOT BOTHERED by the height|
-and behind them the ongoing trail with no cable and oh, yeah, sure, less steep sides
You know, it just doesn't look that scary when you see it in pictures. But I was terrified.