Relaxing on the Breaker Wall
Both of the boys were out there at the end of the breaker wall when we visited the ocean earlier this summer.
I can usually get about half way down this wall, then the large rocks start getting just a bit too far apart for my liking.
I'm not the nimble youngster I used to be, but that is not the problem.
It's those large spaces with nothing in between them that I have to step over.
The fear sets in, and I immediately sit down on the rock I'm on.
Don't want to fall with my camera gear - those spaces make me dizzy.
After a pep-talk of mind over matter, I try again.
A couple more rocks, and another sit-down.
This has been going on for at least a half an hour now.
My son has been back a couple of times to help me - he literally runs down these rocks to me.
I envy that and tell him, I'm getting there - I'll wave when I need help.
Most times I never make it down to the end.
But this past time, I did.
And I will have photos in future posts to prove it!