I have been fascinated with these guys who climbed up El Capitan. That tent! OMG! I have a slight fear of heights. I used to try to jog over the George Washington Bridge, but the whole time I would keep thinking about how easy it would be to fall over the railing. Actually, it would be pretty hard to accidentally fall over the railing. You would have to climb over it. But my brain would keep replaying a trip that got a lot of height and catapulted me over the edge.

So, there is absolutely no way that I could do this hike. The tent makes me nauseous.

I’ve been reading Cheryl Strayed’s book, Wild, this week. It’s extreme hiking, which doesn’t sound as frightening. I can deal with blisters. Not bashing my head against rocks.