One of my recurring nightmares is crawling across a very high catwalk, with nothing to hold onto. So when we came to this swinging
bridge high above the river in Waiohine Gorge, I was tempted to head back to the car. We weren’t
planning on doing any tramping, so I actually had no need to get to the other
side. But reluctantly, I held on tight, didn’t look down, and followed Jim
across the bridge. The trip back wasn’t much better, and although I did glance
down once, I made no stops for pictures.
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| My smile is completely fake! |
Jim did stop to take pictures.
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