You know the saying, "If your friends jumped off a cliff, would you?" Well, after this weekend, I can give you a definitive, "NO!" At least I refuse to follow my son (my baby actually) in cliff-jumping. It took all my courage/adrenalin to WATCH HIM do the cliff jumping. It's fine for the 20-something, beach-bum-looking, Cali crowd who were leaping from sketchy heights over sharp protruding rocks. But for me to watch my baby (Ok he is 13, but still my baby) was another story. After each jump, I silently prayed until he resurfaced.
This jump required a running start to clear the protruding rocks....Oh my heart!
Actually, we had a marvelous time in Havasupai at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Even me, the self-proclaimed "anti-camper," actually enjoyed the "pack-everything-in" ten mile hike, sleep in the dirt, eat dehydrated food adventure. The views were spectacular and the falls amazing. Yes, it was a bit nerve-wracking watching my offspring leap from cliffs, but other than that, I surprised even myself with how much I enjoyed it.
And for the record, what happened to THIS kid?!?....Yep, it's the SAME kid that is jumping in the video above, and this was just "yesterday," the last time we went "cliff jumping" at Capitol Reef:
Luke jumps SAFELY from a 2 foot "cliff" into my arms....that's what my baby SHOULD be doing!!!
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