Every so often, I’ll be showing a picture from somewhere in my life with a little explanation as to what it is. Enjoy the trip down memory lane. (CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE ARCHIVES!)
Long Walk off a Short Cliff
Date: Summer 1997
Location: The Catskills, NY
Description: For anyone who doesn’t know me, I suffer from pretty acute acrophobia. I get vertigo and often need to back away from the edges of cliffs. However, I’m also someone who hates being limited by fear. It’s why I worked in lighting (hanging 25+’ over head, or walking on 50′ slotted catwalks). I’ve found that if I’m in control, I’m fine. If I’m leaning on a railing that could give way, I can’t deal. So when my friends went cliff jumping, it was a conquest I knew I’d have to just do. If I remember correctly, I was the first one off, though it did take some pumping up before doing it. I still never amazes me how short this cliff looks in this picture, and how many thousands of feet tall it looked when I was standing utop of it.