|The beautiful Northern Fulmar|
Steve stopped to smell the coconut tinged air of the invasive gorse.
As we got closer to the edge, I began to get sick. Steve slowly walked the narrow trail along the steep cliffs to find our target birds. I saw the narrow path before me. One side was a free fall to my death into the ocean while the other was a fall that was sure to break every bone in my body. So I began the climb back up the hill. Then Steve saw me returning uphill in a nervous panic.
|Steve walks the narrow path. One slip and it's under the sea!|
We had taken the trickier trail to the top. I am thankful to Steve for his encouragement because what I saw was immensely beautiful. There we stood at the edge of the cliffs. Some people have even jumped off the edge because they had this free last thought to fly. Thankfully, I did not. I never realized that there were people out there who randomly jumped off of high cliffs to feel the thrills of free falling before their death. All I know is that I wanted to throw up. I can do pelagics and a million other things, but my kryptonite is height.
Like.....how in the hell did this sheep get there?!? There along the edge of the gray overcast world, we spied the Northern Fulmars preparing for the breeding season. It was spectacular.
These birds weren't even a lifebird! BUT I wanted to know more about them because I have never seen their breeding habitat. I've only seen the Pacific subspecies in flight along the California coast.
|the Northern Fulmars of Southern California|
Near a pasture and farm, we spied several wonderful birds along the stone walls.
This will be an adventure I won't forget anytime soon and I thank Steve for pushing me to do my best and move beyond my fears because it was worth it. Until next time......
Gr8 Photos!! Well DoneReplyDelete
Oh gosh, I am so glad Steve was there tohelp you! These are gorgeous shots of the birds, horses and the cliffs. I hope you've recovered enough to go back out to the ocean...it is so breath-taking.ReplyDelete
Hope you did not get too near the Fulmars because if they sprayed you you would have that smell on your clothes forever! Well done in conquering your fearsReplyDelete
It sounds as if you had a great time, in spite of your fears, Chris. I can sympathise with your fear of heights. At the age of about 5 or 6, my psyche was severely scarred by my father standing me on the parapet of one of the bridges across the River Thames in central London. I still carry this fear today, and even in the blog post I'm about to publish today I include a mention of traversing the top edge of a 'cliff' (only about 50 ft high, but jagged rocks or rough water below) in winds gusting offshore at around 65 miles per hour!ReplyDelete
Best wishes - - - Richard
A wonderful post and superb photos Chris. I hate heights too so you have my sympathies! Well done on being brave enough to tackle the path - I don't think I could have done!ReplyDelete
All the best Jan