Fear of Heights

What fear of heights?


Here's Michael today, 180' (that's feet, people) up in the air, fiddling with his dad's wireless internet service thingie.

I took a couple more shots, angling to try to get the perspective right, and then my accursed camera died. Again.
Dangnab camera, a relic of 2004. We need to start a camera fund, and I swear my posts will be more interesting. Anyhow, today the girls and I also conquered a little bit of our fear, climbing 50' up on a 'treetop' platform in the Old Mill Creek State Park, at the tip of Michigan's mittened middle finger. From there, we could see the Mackinaw Bridge, Mackinac Island, and a lot of Lake Huron. It was gorgeous, and my camera was, reliably, dead. We stood up there for a few minutes, drinking in the sight, feeling the sturdy steel platform sway gently beneath our feet. Then our knees wobbled from sheer terror, and we clambered down.

Now my thumb itches because some wretched creature bit it while I was positioning myself in the woods trying to photograph Michael. I'm going to go medicate it and go out and stare at my monkey husband again. I'm going to think of his grandfather, paralyzed after falling out of a tree two decades ago, and I'm going to pray that he comes down safe.

I'm more afraid of heights from the ground.