I inched forward, holding my breath. Don’t look, don’t look. My eyes flickered downward, and I gave a little lurch. I was falling.
Get a grip! a little voice inside me growled. People are staring! I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. Everything’s fine, the voice breathed.
After a while the idiocy struck me of standing by one of the most spectacular sights of the world – with my eyes screwed shut. Come on, the little voice coaxed. With an effort I opened my eyes: first one, then the other. I looked at the cliffs opposite. Breathtaking.
Suddenly I was soaring.
Stray Thoughts 
A lovely tale of facing your fears. Well written with feeling and understanding.
Thanks. I guess it helps that I’m acrophobic.
You gave hope…of conquering in this piece.
I only hope I shall be so brave if I ever go there…
Thanks for visiting.
I hope so.
You captured so well the grip of vertigo.
I’m afraid I know it only too well. I can’t even look at the picture without feeling slightly queasy…
This beautifully captures the inner conflict that comes with something like vertigo. Well done!
Thanks. I’ve had similar experiences, though not quite that high up!
OMG, you did it…
Aware of this place, and fascinated by it, I have still passed by several times now in my peregrinations, knowing that when I got there I would have this same struggle. Kudos!
I only wish I had. This is just a story, in response to Julia’s 100wcgu prompt, the Grand Canyon photo.
If I ever go there, I shall certainly do my best!
Ahh, pardon my misconception, I confess to speedreading.
Very Brave. I have a fear of heights, so I would not even be able to think about going up there.
I tried not to imagine it too clearly myself. Though one day it might be nice to see whether I can meet the challenge 🙂