At The Edge of The Grand Canyon


Don’t let that smile fool you. I’m petrified.

Yesterday, my best friend, Jim, with a nice camera and an eye for photography caught some gorgeous shots at the Grand Canyon.

Acrophobia. Doesn’t everyone have it? I read somewhere, studies have shown babies and animals, when at the edge of a periphery, back off because the survival instinct kicks in. So who were those fools I saw yesterday sitting on the edge, feet dangling off into 5,000 feet of nothingness?


I don’t mind flying in planes, except when it comes time to land. I love all birds. I’ve dreamed of learning how fly a helicopter. I wanted to be that glider, parachuter, and parasailer. My favorite dreams are the ones where I’m flying. But when I get closer than fifty feet from the edge–forget it.


I could rip apart the valuable human next to me. I could scream and swear like an ex-sailor. My heart pounds in my ears and the world jiggles and I crawl on all fours or crouch and frantically search for something to grab. I start to gulp, gulp, gulp, but there is no air.




Lots of trees and shrubbery to clutch before I ricocheted off the sides off the vertical drop.


I crawled out on the ledge.  Jim did his best to ease my fear of being at the edge. He thought if he were goofy, I’d laugh and relax. I tried hard to be a good sport.  I watched the sun set over one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I knew it was a special moment. I breathed. I breathed some more. I tried to think of a happy place and remembered I was already there. So why wasn’t I happy? Poor Jim. He did not understand. The more jerky and funny his movements, the more I envisioned he would roll off the edge and I would have to lean over the precipice and catch him. I would vomit all over God’s creation and him–oh–maybe one day I will rise above my phobia.


Thanks, Jim, for a terrifying, albeit beautiful day!

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  1. Gorgeous pictures! It’s been years since I’ve visited the Grand Canyon. These pictures really spark some great memories. Looks like the perfect sunny day as well!


    1. My heart was beating too loud to hear the quiet. They say the only way you can cure your fear is to confront it. I will keep trying. Just don’t count on a blog about when I went bungee jumping! Ha


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