There I stood, face-to-face with the Scary Spot. I rehearsed this moment in my mind for weeks. Would I turn around and go home? Would I crawl across it? Would I sit down on my ass and slide past it? Like so many of life's mental rehearsals, I did the unexpected. I just walked across it. My heart was pounding, my legs were a little shaky. I dug my hiking poles in a little deeper. I did *not* look over the edge. All in all, given the context of the overall experience, the Scary Spot wasn't all that scary. I think, by now, my brain was numb to it.
