Facing My Fear With Forward-Facing
I'm afraid. * Can I get there and back before dark? Now I’m in a rhythm, going fast, breathing harder, yet still able to inhale the Sedona beauty that never gets old. Last mile now. Steep ascent. Crisp air chilling. Sun descending. * I’m here before dark and yeah, it looks just as scary as the pictures did. I’m not afraid of heights but something about this is terrifying. I watch “maniacs'' take their turn on the largest sandstone bridge in the Southwest and like Sid the Sloth I tell myself...