Yesterday, we went hiking with my brother in law and nephews at Morialta National Park. This is a popular spot for rock climbers, and I could hear Sean salivating as he watched the abseilers and climbers. I’m sure that if one of them had handed him their gear, he’d have thrown himself off the side of the cliff without a second thought….
We drove to the top of Norton Summit, and started walking down into the valley. We ate lunch at 3rd Falls (they were really creative with the naming of the falls), and then followed the stream along the bottom of the gorge. I really enjoyed the walk. Thinking, Wow, this is a really pretty gorge, and those cliffs ain’t so high – maybe I could bring myself to dive off one of them….. And then we got to 2nd Falls, the biggest of the 3 in the park. Well, this is where I realised just how high we were. There’s a bridge over the falls, and I got to the middle and stopped dead. The view was spectacular – you could see right over the city of Adelaide to the ocean. But that’s not why I stopped. My crazy fear of heights stopped me. I couldn’t move my feet!! I kept saying, “Walk” and they replied, “No Way!” So, I just stood there and pretended to be awed by the view.
So, we never made it to 1st falls. I tried to tell the guys to go on, but for some reason they wouldn’t. I think that sometimes guys encounter girls that say, “It’s okay, you can leave me here”, but if the guy does that, she gets mad and chucks a hissy fit. Well, I’m not like that. I really wanted them to enjoy their hike. And I had a nice view to enjoy while I waited for them to return. But David wouldn’t leave me. Sean and the boys were quite happy to. Hmm, seems my husband knows me better than my BIL does, which is probably a good thing.
I think I need to do two things. 1) return to Morialta National Park and show my feet that they’re not going to fall off the side of the cliff; and 2) do some rock climbing and abseiling, just so I can say I’ve done it and conquer a little more of that crazy fear.
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