We hiked in the 1.7 miles up to the intersection of the pipe and the end of one section of the trail. We dropped our packs and climbed up the steep path that houses the pipe
I figured if I was going to risk my life on the narrow passageway, I might as well do it when I am most fortified and motivated.
Fear can by crippling. Fear can change our lives. Fear can make us do things that simply do not make sense...Fear itself is not our real problem.
Yesterday I finally did something I had been planning to do for over 4 years. I climbed Mt. Timpanogos. We encountered what I will now forever call, Satan's Cliff of Eternal Hell and Damnation.
If you were hoping this post was about some awesome recipe of how to cook chicken while camping out on a mountain, then you will likely be disappointed. Nope, this post is about a 6' 3" chicken. Me.
On our journey to Chino Valley, AZ to visit my Aunt Lynn, Uncle Jim and cousin Emily and her family, we happened to journey by the Hoover Dam. I haven't been there since the pickle tour, 30 years prior. A lot had changed. Most notably my insane fear of heights. This is evidenced on the … Continue reading My Dam Fear of Heights