For the March 8, 2021 KGUA radio Morning Writer’s Hour, we are asked to free write based on an article in Outside magazine about Doing the Thing That Scares You The Most.
Certainly, I have a fear of small planes and helicopters. Who wouldn’t? It’s the crashing that scares me.
Bears. Something about being pawed and clawed to death by Smoky the Bear just doesn’t sit right with me.
Growling, unleashed dogs scare me too. Bite me once, shame on you. Bite me twice, shame on me.
Traveling outside of the US and Canada is not on my to-do list. I read just enough to be scared.
Confrontation? Lord no. Dealing with the aggressive and loud leaves me looking for the nearest exit.
But what I am most scared of is climbing Angel’s Landing with our young grandsons, Owen and Max.
Do you know about this hike in Zion National Park in southern Utah? To reach the perch at Angel’s Landing, over the last half mile, hikers must hold on to thick, mountainside chains with the valley floor fifteen hundred feet below. After twice backing down from summiting Angel’s Landing, six years ago Hannah and I hung on for dear life as we slowly made our way to the tiny landing area.
But take Owen and Max? No way. That responsibility scares me.
Now here’s a compromise. What if I would be their Sherpa to guide the boys and their parents (who have already successfully made this climb) along to the mountaintop. Ultimate responsibility would fall on their parents. Oooo, that’s an unfortunate verb. Still, that sounds like a plan. Zion National Park, here we come.
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Images of our climbs to Angel’s Landing (2015 & 2016)