Bucket list

Do you have a bucked list?

A bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you "kick the bucket." This is from a Hollywood film or some sort of urban legend or something.

My wife and I were about drive from almost the Southern border of the United States to almost the Northern boarder of the United States and because we are old and don't like to drive too many hours in a day we decided to make tons of stops along the way.

The first stop, Horseshoe bend in Page Arizona, is just below the Glen Canyon Dam with Lake Powell sitting behind the dam. The area is amass of beautiful sandstone red rock formations and desert scenery.

It's not that I'm afraid of heights, it's just that I'm afraid of falling [from great heights].

Now when I was a kid hanging over the edge of a cliff didn't seem to bother me, nor did climbing over, under and around large rocks or mountains that had very long drops, which if you somehow lost your grip you would fall to your certain death.

But, now.

Now I feel this strange sensation between my "boys" and my "rear most exit," my knees get a bit wobbly and I get some sort of vertigo that can only be described as very similar to the sensation that Gregory Peck must have felt when filming the Alfred Hitchcock film!

Yikes!

OK, Horseshoe bend is surrounded by 1,100 foot cliffs! Dang it sure is neat looking!

I lay on my belly and inched up to the edge to take a few photos, very beautiful place to spend an afternoon taking photos.

Another strange phenomenon is that you could be in the middle of a thousand square miles or open space and the German, Asian or French tourist would somehow manage to stand so, so close to you that they invaded your personal space.

How do they manage to do that?

I really just don't like other people.