I had passed the point of no return before I noticed that the walkway was definitely one-way, and there was absolutely no going back. I noted the “deer in the headlights” look from a few others in front of me and knew I wasn’t the only one who had suddenly changed their mind.
Small consolation. The backs of my legs began to crawl and my breathing got rapid and shallow. I tried to tell myself I was simply a little light-headed because I hadn’t yet eaten lunch.
But deep in the pit of my stomach, I knew I was lying to myself. I’m well-aware I’ve had trouble with heights before, yet my bravado had suckered me in to believing I could handle a simple little “walk along some big rocks.”
I had not done enough homework on this particular adventure, and did not know the Cliff Walk at the Capilano Suspension Bridge Park took a decidedly ridiculous turn which suspended walkers way out over the canyon with nothing underneath them but air.
So here I was—trapped and terrified, and doing some really creative self-talk: “No one has ever fallen from this walkway, and you will certainly not be the first. so just buck up kiddo!”
And since I’m writing this, you know I survived. I’ll just be quiet now and let you contemplate the photos for yourself. Particularly that last one! Click on it to get the full impact!