When I began this book tour, I expected adventures—but in the emotional area. Meeting new people. Getting to know new towns. Learning life lessons. And all that has happened and continues to.
But what also has occurred are physical adventures and these are my very least favorite kind.
I pictured driving cross country on highway 70, stopping at charming/ interesting places and then driving on—on a flat surface. What I never pictured was my worst nightmare: driving up a mountain on a skinny little road with no guardrail.
I have always avoided ANY activity where I would be up in the air, or, for that matter, tilted in any way, because all my life, I have been extremely afraid of heights. I skied only once and that provided a funny story for me and my best friend Kathy because I cried the whole way down a tiny little baby slope and never skiied again.
But two years ago, I married a man who loves mountains. So in our recent travels, when we left the adorable town of Ouray (second pic down,surrounded by mountains), and began a road that said “Pass,” I smiled and said, “Sure.” We had already been through a sudden snowstorm in a previous mountain pass (see pic). How bad could a mountain pass be?
This one was bad. My husband is an excellent driver, there were other cars on the road happily zooming along. But there were no guardrails, the car tilted seriously to the left, then the right, then the left again….my worst nightmare.
Fear is the worst, right? But the good news is I did it and I’m a little less fearful than I was before.
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