Many years ago, my family and I hiked to the top of Half Dome in Yosemite. When we got to the top, my mom didn't want me to go near the edge and I remember she was holding my hand and I was pulling away from her...towards the edge of the ledge. And my mom said to stop pulling, let go of my hand and walked around to the other side of a big rock and hid out until it was time to hike down.
I remember thinking how disappointing it would be to hike to the top of that huge rock and not let your legs dangle over the edge and look out at the wide expanse in front of you.
Pioux Rock in Beatty Oregon is miniscule compared Half Dome and when my kids got to the top and wanted to stand swaying in the wind with the toes of their tennis shoes nudging over the edge of the top of the rock....I understood how my mom must have felt and all I wanted was for them to GET OFF THE ROCK.
Looking at the pictures, I wish I would have stopped hyperventilating and enjoyed the view for a minute.
I was proud of both Ian and Anya for getting to the very tippety top, the little rock climbing we had to do to get to the top was challenging and they were brave. We are in training for Half Dome - who wants to join? We're thinking the summer of 2018.