Canyons are a bad idea.
As my family and I roadtripped around the American Southwest at the end of May, we saw a lot of them. They’re fissures in the earth, weird yawning abysses. I thought of Dante’s Inferno or C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce. In fact, it looks like I wasn’t the only one:
|A sign from the Grand Canyon shuttle route|
Canyon hiking is an especially bad idea. Besides the abnormal elevation at the rim, the increasing temperature as you descend, the arid landscape that sucks out your body moisture, the sheer drops at every turn, the risk of poisonous snakes and scorpions, possible claustrophobia, and rapidly changing weather conditions, you have to deal with this fact:
|Down is optional, up is mandatory|
Unlike with mountain hiking, in a canyon you hike downhill first, while you’re fresh. But you’d better hike to only about 1/3 of your energy–because then it’s twice as hard to come back up. When you’re already tired.
So canyon hiking is a really bad idea.
…if we never took risks…
…if we never ran with an idea that might fail…
…if we never did anything just a little bit crazy…
…we’d miss out on this.
|Bryce Canyon, Utah|
|Grand Canyon, Arizona|
|Antelope Canyon, Arizona|
Sometimes risks aren’t worth the payoff. And of course you have to plan for them accordingly. But sometimes…maybe unexpectedly…risks can reveal life’s beauty.
Ever taken a risk that made you glad you did?