And that's not yer ordinary run of the mill cliff! It makes my head swim just looking at the pic.
nononononononononono~gasp~nononononononono I fall off of step ladders.
Oddly enough, it's not being at the top and looking down that freaks me out. It's standing at the bottom and looking up. Don't know why but I've always been that way.
I stopped being afraid of heights when I hit 6'3". I topped out at 6'6".Also like rock climbing and rappelling down cliffs and the occasional building. (No officer, that couldn't have been me!)
Gravity sucks and I am quite sure if I get close to a cliff it will suck me over. Strange because I have gone rappelling, both my daughters went thru the Army rappelling class and the oldest like me has a fear of hights. I live on a mountain in Fl. of course mountains here are rated in double digits, I live 44 ft above sea level, nose bleed height. Have fun!
She's beltin out: "The hills are alive with the sound of music".I wonder if she passin gas to hear the echo bounce off the mountains?
Dropped my glasses up a church steeple one night - took a couple of descent-and-ascent cycles to find the fuckers but they were intact when I did find them. Can't see much but color and movement without them...
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