Curves and Reflection, River Mile 213 |
A raft trip in the Grand Canyon is a particularly
intense experience, spawning powerful conversations. One thought that made the rounds during the
trip last week is what my friend and mentor Jerry Dodrill calls Fear vs.
Danger. My take is similar – I think
there are two kinds of fear, the kind that we should flee and the kind that we
should walk toward. Of course, the one type of fear is useful to help us avoid
jumping in front of a moving train and the like. As for the other kind, it’s the reason that
we sometimes say “feel the fear and do it anyway.”
Heleborne Orchid, Matkatamiba Canyon |
Everyone comes to the canyon with different skills
and experience. A stretch for me might
not be the same as a reach for Jerry, a seasoned rock climber and
adventurer. Likewise, one friend
descended into the canyon with essentially no camping experience at all. For him, simple things like the bathroom
arrangements and sleeping out were huge jumps.
That being said he did some genuinely scary stuff down there, much of
which was optional.
In WritingDown the River, Linda Ellerbee says, “Our travels are not always the
voyages of discovery we say we seek.
Often they are rituals of reassurance.
This was different. This required
one to take physical and emotional chances.”
It seems nearly impossible to be in this place
without expanding our boundaries and if we’re paying attention we can
generalize the experience to life on the outside.
A different take on sunrise over the Little Colorado River |
I broadened my own horizons a bit as well. Some combination of encouragement and being
willing to accept help allowed me to climb on and into things I wouldn’t have
attempted otherwise. Some say that part
of aging is a gradual mourning of the loss of physical ability. It seems that silencing my ego enough to
accept help is a big part of doing it gracefully. I was working on that too.
Unfinished Business; Ancient Granaries at Nankoweap |
Photographically I found myself in locations that I’d
worked on before. The challenges for me
were finding fresh perspectives on some places while addressing unfinished
business in others; another kind of stretch.
More images from the Canyon are on SkylineImages.net
Thank you for sharing your challenges and reminding me of the silent places that I draw my strength for those challenges.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the read and for your thoughts, Lynda. I'm glad you enjoyed the blog.
DeleteRebecca, your thoughts and perspectives resonate loudly with me. We all have different levels of comfort and fear when it comes to spending time outdoors or embracing our fears. Many years ago (1997 to be exact) I was the only witness to a major avalanche on Mt. Adams in Washington on my annual solo backpacking trip there. The entire side of the mountain came crashing down and might have wiped me out completely had I gone exploring where I had intended. Fortunately, I was in bed when it occurred, but managed to pack up camp in about 7 seconds and get the heck out of there. I stopped going into the wild until 2014 because of that, but I'm now facing my fears again and heading up into the mountains on solo and group trips (with camera, of course). It feels great. Thanks for expressing these thoughts so eloquently.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your thoughts, Charlie. What an experience! Enough to trigger PTSD for sure. I'm glad to hear you're getting back out there.
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