Now before you go judging me, and thinking how it's not really that scary to walk up a mountain. Let's give you an idea of the scale. That arrow, is pointing at a circle with two tiny people walking along the ridge.

Anyway...I learned a few things during our not so leisurely stroll:
1. I'm only afraid of heights when I have to rely on my own two feet/ability not to trip that stands between me and certain death.
2. Men do not inheritly have a sense of fear of dangerous situations (I like to call this "common" sense) like women do.
3. Murphy also lacks this "common" sense.
3. Murphy also lacks this "common" sense.
4. While involved in these dangerous situations with men and/or Murphy, it becomes necessary for me to have a grasp of the danger at hand for everyone involved.
5. This "common" sense x 3 may not help the objective of the task (e.g. get to the top of the mountain), but did put me one step closer to something I would like to do (e.g. ride in a helicopter
**6. In the end, the fear isn't necessarily justified, and the reward can be worth the risk.
The moral of the story? I'm kind of a big chicken....who knew?
In the end, and with lots of encouragement from Jim, Geoffrey, and Murphy, I made it to the top!
Here's a few photos from the climb:
Jim "The Mountain Goat" Wightman
Beth "The Big Chicken" Wightman
Family photo: