Scary hiking in Zion

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Day 1 - Even though I know Rangers always over warn you, I still stay freaked out. The signs on every single trail alerting me that people had died hiking it didn't help me much. Telling myself that it wasn't my day to die we started the hike up to Hidden Canyon. I am generally comforted by the idea of trees or shrubbery breaking my fall, but sheer cliffs don't provide as much comfort. Again, repeating it wasn't my day to die I hiked on. Then we got to the place where metal chains were drilled in the rock. I was comforted by this but also thought, "this must be where people die," why else would there be chains to grip tightly? My fear of God still fully intact we reached our destination, Hidden Canyon. We hiked into the Canyon, but it was definitely about the journey not the destination.

Angel's Landing
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Day 2 - Kent hadn't learned his lesson and decided to hike Angel's Landing. We got to the first look out and were proud with the time we had made. Kent decided to do the last leg, but breakfast conversations about people falling were enough to persuade me otherwise. So I sat down and got out my book and Kent took off. From my vantage point it seemed like a pretty quick hike so I was getting freaked out after it had been an hour. Did he fall? I wondered. Then I reasoned that if he fell people would be coming off the cliff freaking out about it. Ok, he is safe. What is he doing? How many pictures can he be taking I wondered. Then two hours went by. I volleyed between being anxious he was hanging on for his life and pissed off that he was taking pictures for two hours completely disregarding me. So then I asked a man going up to tell my husband to come down. He quickly picked up that I was highly irritated. I waited some more. Then all of a sudden my incredibly sweaty, exhausted husband with scraped up hands approached me. I got over that pissed off thing pretty fast. Seems that part of the trail I could see was only a small portion of the trail that involved 1,000 drop offs with only a few feet of trail in between.

Kent hadn't learned his lesson

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Day 3 - Don't remember, but fairly certain it involved Kent taking several hundred pictures.