Every year, I get stuck on this rock.
Every year, at Christmas, I drive to Colorado.
Every year, I get stuck on this rock.
I usually stop in Las Vegas, and then drive through Utah and Arizona, into Colorado. I always stop at a scenic overlook in Utah, because of this rock. What I do is, I climb out on to it and demand that someone take my picture. It’s a perfect place for a picture, it’s like God put a rock dinner table out in the middle of some of the best scenery in the world.
Before I can get any type of heroic shot, I look down. And once I look down I don’t want my picture taken because I collapse to my knees. I get stuck. And the rock is easy to get to. You jump down to a saddle, walk along it, and then pull yourself up on the rock. The problem is when you want to get back. There’s a bit of a gap you have to jump over. On the way out, you jump down; but on the way back, you have to jump up. Jumping up across the gap takes some deep breaths and steady legs.
I’ve gotten better at it. The first time my brother got a lot of shots of me standing at the gap paralyzed. There might even be video of me telling him to tell everyone I love them and to make sure someone takes care of the cat.
I have no idea why I keep doing it. But I’ve been doing it for twelve years now. Its a test I give myself. Cool picture, though.
