Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things.
The outcrops of the Transept Trail
Blending as perfectly as cream with coffee, the Bright Angel trail ends and the Transept trail begins. Along the rim I commence, noticing the many jagged outcropping of rocks that jettison from the edge into the big empty of space.
I am willed by an unknown force to venture out as far as I dare.
I climb to the top, ever so slowly, as the the vertical drop on either side becomes more threatening. The thrill leaves me breathless. I find a nice bench in which to rest for a spell before continuing. The old wood speaks to me as I caress the tree rings.
I find my adventurous spirit roaring to push my limits of comfort after a rest. The next outcrop is only a foot wide, maybe two. I rise to the occasion.
A few more miles into the hike and a perfectly flat rock is just begging to have my legs dangle from its edge. As I do so, crows above dive bomb each other in playful fashion, and a curious creature known as a Kaibob squirrel shows it’s own adventuresome spirit as he inches closer and closer to me.
I strap on my aviator goggles and lean back against a smooth stone. I am no longer in a bog of aeroacrophobia.