Doing it in reverse. I knew it didn’t seem right!
I have a fear of heights, fact. On a good day, I feel a little churning in my stomach when I look down from a high spot. On a bad day, my hands sweat like crazy, I have a hard time breathing and I feel faint. That usually leads to laughter, which is common when I am extremely nervous. That type of laughter is only matched when I have to get shots or blood drawn.
Will I face my fear of heights? Yes, but not without some discomfort and a ton of laughing. Reaching Beehive Summit was one such instance of facing fears. Actually, it wasn’t reaching the summit that got me. It was the descent. During the entire hike up, I kept thinking it wasn’t bad at all. I was wondering where all the sketchy parts were and why we hadn’t needed iron bars to hang on to. Once we began the descent, I knew exactly why. We had gone up backwards. Everyone was coming up, so we had to wait for the path to clear.
The steep drop off scared the hell out of me and I almost turned around and went down exactly the way I came up. Reverse is so much more difficult. I even have a hard time getting down a ladder, now I was dangling off a damn cliff trying to scale down backwards. Not going to lie, the first few steps down almost made me vomit. But then, I remembered I was living life thrice. I was determined not to hurt myself or fall to the forest below.
I made it! Just my luck, the warning about going down the wrong way was standing there at the base. Why they would put that at the correct entrance is beyond me, but it made the hike much more exhilarating. To make the accomplishment even sweeter, right as we came down, a park regular was telling hikers how dangerous a reverse climb is and that he saw a man smash his face while trying to do it. Hooray for no falling or smashed faces!