Wouldn't it have been nice back in the day to see this without all the haze?
I came across two women who were having a real bad time with the sheer drop-offs.
Both instances they were on their way back.
One was hanging on her husband's day pack following along with her eyes closed.
The other woman was severely traumatized. I heard her husband say to her "It's okay now, we're past the worst part." She leaned against the rock face on the side of the trail bending over on the verge of tears. To me the trail wasn't that bad but that's not to take away from what they must have been feeling on their own level. They must have experienced that feeling of being sucked off into the void. I know the feeling as there have been some places for me that got my attention
if you recall from the blog here.
Parking was at a premium. The lot was small and tight. Portions were closed due to construction, naturally! On my first pass through I went into a lot that had no outlet and no room to turn a small house around. I had to back out. Fortunately no one else came in. I made another pass. I couldn't believe my good fortune. This spot had opened up and I had a straight shot out when leaving.
Good thing as I wasn't going to do a third pass through.
I am so glad I don't have one of those monster coaches.
What is wrong in this photo?
I guess if you're an old fart from Texas you can park your monster coach wherever you want .
Why do you keep bringing me to these tourist infested places!
I don't like it one bit!
Take me home, now!!
All that effort to get a picture of her with the Grand Canyon in the background and...
there's NO background!