"To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. To not dare is to lose oneself."
-- Soren Kierkegaard
Two weeks ago, I wrote about my considerable fear of heights, and how my friend and neighbor -- canyoneering ninja Shane Holst -- was attempting to help me master that fear. His brilliant plan, in a nutshell, involved taking me to Southern Utah over Memorial Day weekend, attaching me to a rope, and pushing me off the side of the first dizzyingly deep canyon we came to. (Imagine Shane's remedy if I'd told him I have a fear of bees; I'd be writing this covered in large, red welts right now.)
And just in case anyone is interested in the final score, here's how Shane's patented Acrophobia Intervention Plan shakes out:
Saal -- 3
Southern Utah canyons -- 0
That's right, people. I came, I saw, I kicked some red rock.
