"Pshaw," I thought. "I'll be fine. I'm not that afraid of heights."
Cue about .6 miles later when I was clinging to the side of a cliff face, physically shaking, and weighing my options for escape from the cliff. A helicopter wouldn't be able to get me there, I reasoned. And going down sounded far worse than going up. So up I climbed. Cursing and trembling, and gripping the iron bars with white knuckles, but climbing none-the-less. This torture only lasted for .2 miles or so, thank the lord. And fortunately, the top was a very pretty sight.
I think if you asked Casey, he would tell you it was an amazing hike. Me? Apparently I do have a fear of heights. I may not be returning to hike the Precipice.
|That trail is about 18 inches - 24 inches wide. And this was the non-scary part. But the views!|