One year ago.
Turns out I’m actually not afraid of heights. Rather, my fear stems from concern about my companions’ well-being at great heights. I stumbled upon this discovery yesterday, while hiking an especially infamous, anxiety-provoking rock feature in Zion National Park — Angels Landing.
Known earlier as the Temple of Aeolus, Angels Landing juts up from Zion Canyon to 1,488-feet. That’s not a particularly daunting data point, though. Even considering that the Canyon floor itself sits at 4,300 feet above sea level, so the summit tops out at about 5,790 feet. A bit of altitude is at play, for sure, but it’s a minor player in this drama, at best. And it is definitely a drama. The National Park Service website officially recognizes five, non-suspicious fatalities along Angels Landing. And at least 7 additional deaths have been reported here and there. I’m amazed this number isn’t 7 per day.
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