After over an hour’s hike up, we arrived at the fire tower.

Its drastic height loomed above us.

 

We ate a sandwich at the bottom as two other hikers emerged from the woods and made a beeline to the firetower, quickly climbing the stairs to the very top.

Here’s the view from where we had our picnic lunch:

 

 

I felt scared about going up the firetower, but at the same time I was drawn to the challenge.  I couldn’t just leave it behind me…I had to conquer it!

Because GVB was with us we had to climb separately.  I wasn’t about to let her attempt the climb as I had a feeling she’d be skittish and I was worried about her pulling me and making me unsteady on my feet.

He went before me.

Up up up I watched him go and finally disappear into the enclosure at the top.

After a short exchange with the hikers he made his descent.

“Was it scary?” I called out to him as he climbed back down.

“Like knee shaking scary,” he said.

As soon as I stepped onto the first stair I just kept on going.

Don’t look down, don’t look out, don’t look anywhere, just keep climbing, I told myself.

 

 

The stairs were wooden and I tried not to notice the ones that were half missing or felt wobbly.

My legs were shaky too and my adrenaline was rushing.

I was short of breath once I reached the last set of stairs to the very top, where there was no more railing.  I just wanted to be inside the safety (hopefully safe!) of the little enclosure at the top.

Red Hot Chili Peppers were playing through the hikers’ mobile phone.

“PHEW! Oh my god I MADE IT!” I let out when I stepped inside with them.

The girl laughed and laughed, and I with her, giddy from my fright.

You have purpose,” she said, still laughing, and pointing to the words that were among the graffiti of the entire inside, the phrase scrawled across the front of the very top stair.

 

 

The sweeping views from the top were worth the climb.

 

 

A little cloud of bugs buzzed around in a swarm outside the glass-less window in front of my camera.

 

 

A look down:

 

 

The thought of going down seemed just as scary as had the climb up.  Mainly that first set of stairs with the absurdly missing railing.

What do I do, crawl on my bum? I thought.

I walked sideways cautiously down, then resumed a normal decent.

Walking walking, not looking out.

GVB in her sunglasses wagged her tail at the bottom, waiting for me.


TELL ME, have you ever been scared or apprehensive to do something but still felt determined you had to? (Like how I felt with climbing the fire tower.)  I’d love to hear all about it in the comments below!

 

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