When Nature gives its heart, be ready to be overwhelmed.
It doesn’t have a mark except an aluminum trash can and an electric post with 3 yellow horizontal lines.
How we ended there or how it found us still baffles me, but I am very grateful for Nature’s generosity.
I almost dropped the iPhone camera when I heard a distant scream, “Dad!”
While taking a picture from the road, I did not notice my son already run towards one of the end cliffs of a hiking trail. Too far for me to reach if…
Normally, I take the lead in our hiking adventures, making sure the path is safe or what lies beyond is exciting or scenic.
That day, he just made a run for it. No warning. No notification. Without a second thought, he leaped for his own spontaneity and adventure.
And what an amazing adventure it was. Far off better than mine that I was in a state of euphoria and delirium. Just chasing him wherever he hops and goes.
The adrenaline was pure, raw, youthful, fearless.
I forgot I was 50 and anytime now my ankles will twist, or I could slipped and there goes the leg or hip.
I was too high on Happiness to care or worry.
I didn’t see danger, just the version of Nature’s Disneyland, blinding fireworks and all.
Anyone felt like they are flying or teleporting from one place to the next? Kind of what I was feeling.
I was hovering. I was zooming. No fear of heights. No fear of falling and or drowning, that is if I accidentally have fallen into the deep ocean water.
We returned quick to the car for food. He told me, “Dad, I want to eat down there,” pointing at the lowest bottom rocks next to the crashing waves.
He wasn’t just looking for a place to eat with the best view but he was eyeing for the one with the best experience.
Oh, my! I raised a better, more extreme Adventurer and Explorer. Daredevil got activated.
So off we hiked down the cliff. The soil was very dry and slippery, so we decided to step on the steep rocks chiseled by Nature like they were stairway steps. We had to lean our bodies towards the middle inner part. It was too windy. Being blown off balance was highly possible. No plan of diving without my Speedos and Life Vest.
What happens next was unbelievable, and I thought I was already being overwhelmed.
To be continued…
Hanging on the edge awakens what is suppose to have been alive. Intensity and vividness should be felt every heartbeat but for most, we can’t because the heart got so callous and monotonous.
The heart can only be revived so many times. We make a run towards discovery and adventure when given a second chance. No wasting time. No second thoughts.