To set the scene for this post you need to know that I have a fear of hiking down hill, it’s a fear of falling and breaking my leg in the wilderness. It’s not necessarily a reasonable fear, but it’s not debilitating either. After hiking in Bryce Canyon and almost dying (walking uphill) I had taken it easy at the Grand Canyon.
Later that night we did have a good old fashioned BBQ in a local park in Kanab near our hotel. Hamburgers, chips and smores! We even got to play on the swing sets and jungle gym. Sometimes it’s fun to relive your youth. I survived all that fine.
I have not changed my stance on hiking!