Wouldn’t you know it? Yesterday I discovered the A to Z Blogging Challenge for April, where for the month of April the challenge is to blog every day except Sunday, and use the letters of the alphabet to mark off the days.
April 1st, A, I decided could be Assistance, since that’s what the story was about. Today, I could say B is for Bus, but I semi-promised no more bus stories.
So B is for Bluff, more precisely, Circle Bluff.
I’m no longer telling a chronological story; it’s an alphabetical one, but I hope you’ll bear with me.
The destination for all my travels was a place called Laity Lodge in the wilds of Texas. I’ll have to come back to my time at LaGuardia and Charlotte airports, my short stay in San Antonio, my first real Texas barbecue, and even my drive through the river to get to Laity Lodge.
Let me simply say that Laity Lodge is pretty close to heaven on earth. Pretty. Darn. Close.
I heard someone say “Friggin'” there, so I knew it wasn’t heaven. Still.
A group of us went for a hike on Friday. The fact that it felt like it was straight up half the time was a testament to how out of shape I am.
It was up, but not straight. Straight up is a cliff.
And straight down is the direction I looked once we were up on the bluff.
Apparently there was a sign — “Don’t go past these rocks.”
I honestly didn’t notice the sign.
I just saw all these other people out there and climbed over the rocks.
The view was spectacular. I kept looking at this little out-jutting ledge, thinking how fun it would be sit on it, and dangle my legs, and really enjoy the view, but when I looked back at our trusty hike leader, she was literally holding her heart in her chest, like it might fall out from the palpitations we all were causing.
So I just took a picture of the ledge.
Because, really, I never got that close to the edge. See?
And the truth is, the farther away from the edge, the less spectacular the view.
In fact, Evel Knievel said, “Where there is little risk, there is little reward.” I remember watching his daredevil stunts when I was a kid.
But he is also listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the survivor of “most bones broken in a lifetime”. 433, to be exact.
So I risked a little, but not too much, and loved the view.
From the bluff.
Which begins with B.
5 thoughts on “Bluff”
This is a beautiful place, Sally, and I can see why you wrote about it today. Just be careful, because it scares me, even in a picture!
Quite a view!
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