Last Sunday afternoon, Vol Fan and I told the girls we were going on a hike. Immediately, AB said that she did not want to go on a hike. I asked if she knew what a hike was. No, but she was sure she didn't want to go. I told her that we were going anyway. And promised cookies post hike. So she was persuaded.
We drove to Sewanee, Tennessee to the Natural Bridge. It is a bridge formation carved over time from the sandstone of the area. The walk from the parking area is just a few hundred feet. And then to do more exploring, you must cross the bridge. If you have read this blog very long, you know that I don't have a fear of heights. However, I do have a healthy fear of edges. It is a very logical fear because... well, because I am a tripper. Sometimes I trip over thin air. See, very logical.
The bridge is about 18 inches wide. Well maybe I exaggerate. Possibly it is about 6' wide but to me it feels like 18 inches. Having someone hold my hand just makes it worse because then if I trip, I will take them over the edge with me. So I usually cross on my hands and knees. I have really been working to overcome this fear for the last few years. And I didn't want to look like a chicken in front of the girls.
Pita held tightly onto Vol Fan's hand. He carried AB. And across they went.
And then they had recrossed. On their own. [with Vol Fan very very near!]
And they crossed again.
Finally I had to go. And I walked. Very slowly and deliberately. But I walked!
More of our adventure tomorrow...