04/26/2026
Devil’s Bridge, AZ
First time in a long time, I was actually afraid.
As I’ve gotten older, heights have become very hit or miss for me. When we got to the bridge, I watched people lining up for photos—families, kids, even dogs. From afar, it looked so narrow, and my anxiety started creeping in. I found myself looking away at times, thinking some people probably shouldn’t be out there risking it.
I even got a little snippy with .dan . He kept trying to get me to move, and I just couldn’t. I wanted to stay exactly where I was, almost like curling into a ball.
Then it was our turn.
Once I stepped out, I realized the bridge was a bit wider than I imagined—but still, no railings, no safety net… just you. It’s one of those moments where you really feel how fragile life is.
After we got off, the fear faded, and I had to apologize. I told him I wasn’t upset—I was just scared. And honestly, that’s what it was.
