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The ledge my baby is standing on is magnificent. One miss-step and it would be a sure, sudden death. We took the kids camping in Canook Basin about three weeks ago. I can now look at this picture without my stomach lurching all over the place. When I took the picture, my instincts were screaming for loved ones to please move away from the edge. I'm not afraid of heights. Just extremely, high drop offs. There's a difference right? Bruce recommended that I spend a hour looking over the edge as close as possible. He thought surely then my stomach would relax and then I could truly train myself from worry each time I watched my four year old glibly walk or run along the edge. He's a good man. He's what I need. He just doesn't understand that a hour of standing on the edge of nowhere isn't really my kind of thing. At the time this was not a good moment, but now, three weeks later, it's a good memory. Shaunti turns five this week and that picture with her daddy puts warm fuzzy's all around my heart.

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  1. amyjane30August 3, 2010 at 9:23 AM

    Ya that would make me feel pretty weak too....I hate heights.

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  2. ArlaAugust 3, 2010 at 3:42 PM

    I'd be inclined to not want to camp there. I like safe, ordinary camping places like islands.

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