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On the hike down, Mabel and I took a side trip. We got ourselves into a bit of a situation when suddenly we were walking along the edge of a cliff that dropped like 100 feet into either the 45 degree water or more rocks, and things just kept getting harder and harder. It always seemed like around the next bend we'd find our way out, but no, just kept getting worse. |
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The thing is, it's much easier climbing up a cliff than down, so after one or two hardish up sections you pretty much can't turn back. Then for me that feeling sets in, where my body starts sabotaging things by shaking a little bit and losing strength and my mind starts yelling at my body to chill the hell out before it gets us killed. In this pic Mabel takes a break while I pretend I don't think there's about a 50% chance we'll have to swim thru arctic water or maybe a 20% chance one of us will slip down one of the slippery cliffs we kept having to traverse. |
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now you understand vertigo, cousin. welcome to the club
------- Heard you got a little B.J. on da tuffa yo ------- is dat necessary? ------- I'll second that vote! ------- |
