Conquering Fear Through Canyoneering

A part of me died and was buried yesterday on a canyoneering route dubbed “Broken Spirit.” I was so far beyond my comfort zone and tapped in to a heightened level of fear I didn't know I possessed I now have post traumatic wisdom and an extended benchmark to measure moments of fear against. I’ve been canyoneering for a couple years now, & have anchored off of wild things like a small pile of rocks (cairns), “trees” that resemble baby sprouting twigs, my friends (meat anchors) & even my Jeep. While those all gave me thrill, I wasn’t overtaken by fear like yesterday & felt the physical need to🤮 or 😭 (... Read more