Sunday
Posted By Sika on May 9, 2007
Sunday Lizi took me and Shannon to Devil’s Bridge. Shannon and I get easily distracted and do things like stop and take pictures (half of which I later throw out because it is difficult to capture the grandiosity of this area of the country on pixels). I scrambled up up a slab into an overhang at one point, and Shannon followed me after Lizi insisted that we should get a photo together there. I just wanted to stay cozied up under the overhang for a while—it was that comfy and safe feeling. But we trudged on, determined to finish the grueling 1 mile hike before we died of starvation or dehydration (that is a joke; we are not that wussy, really.)
When we got there, Shannon and I left Lizi and our jackets on the part of the path that overlooked the bridge. Lizi mentioned that she was going to follow us over the bridge, and I asked if our jackets were going to be ok. She scoffed at the idea of someone coming along and swiping our rain jackets, but I “reminded” her of the roving bands of rogue hikers who delight in stealing rain jackets ( I think I’ve been reading too much John Hodgman).
One of the other hikers who only wanted to get close enough to the Bridge to watch her friend hopefully not die on it said that those roving rogue hikers sounded quite dangerous, but as long as they didn’t steal her water, she’d be ok. I told her, sadly, that they *do* steal water as well, for really they are extremely vicious. Later I extemporized to Lizi that they actually like to raid for any and all equipment that has to do with water.
There is one class of photos that I particularly like to take. It is the class I like to call “Scare the bejeebus out of my mommy pictures.” It is difficult for me to really scare the bejeebus out of my mommy because she knows that when it comes to places where I may fall down and go boom, I am really quite a chicken (this is an odd thing about me—I am not afraid of heights at all, but I am quite afraid of falling. Hence, I can do all kinds of crazy things as long as my footing is secure, but if my footing is not secure I am a scaredy-cat.)
Shannon and I started this theme quite well by stepping onto the bridge and can-canning.
Shannon started to explore the rest of the bridge but I saw a ledge very near the edge that I could stand on. I mentioned, while Lizi was snapping photos, that this was a perfect scare the mommy picture. The wife of this Russian couple murmured as she crossed back to the path, “poor poor mommy.”
Then Shannon and I danced on the bridge. . .
and recognized (quite wisely, I think) that one would probably not enjoy falling into either of these holes.
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