The Hike

I'm very scared of heights. I had come to terms with my eminent death the night before we were going to hike Angel's Landing. So we started off, passing the "WARNING: YOU MIGHT DIE" sign. I was still smiling then. We went up the killer steep switchbacks. I was fine. We got to what I thought was "the end" but no, it wasn't. When we reached the top of what I assumed was Angel's Landing, I looked out at a half mile ridge that I had to cross and then climb up to the top of a huge cliff. I could see people practically dangling off the side while they clung desperately to the chains. (The previous sentence was an exaggeration.) I cried. Jared said I didn't have to go because he's so nice to me even when I have emotional break downs. I went anyways. We made it. On the way down I ran into Joe and his new wife. It was a random place to see him. (Joe and I were friends in highschool and I hadn't seen him in like 4 years. I was sweating, had been crying early, was sunburned, dirty, and very anxious to get to the bottom. Needless to say I wasn't feeling very sociable at that moment. Sorry Joe about the short, unenthusiastic greeting. I really was happy to see you!) When we finally made it to the bottom, we took a picture of the huge mountain we had just climbed. I was glad I did it when it was over. I might even do it again someday...maybe. (P.S. I know...one of the pictures is sideways. It would take too long to fix it so I'm not going to.)