veronica.harwood

Devil’s Bridge, AZ

First time in a long time, I was actually afraid.

As I’ve gotten older, heights have become very hit or miss for me. When we got to the bridge, I watched people lining up for photos—families, kids, even dogs. From afar, it looked so narrow, and my anxiety started creeping in. I found myself looking away at times, thinking some people probably shouldn’t be out there risking it.

I even got a little snippy with .dan . He kept trying to get me to move, and I just couldn’t. I wanted to stay exactly where I was, almost like curling into a ball.

Then it was our turn.

Once I stepped out, I realized the bridge was a bit wider than I imagined—but still, no railings, no safety net… just you. It’s one of those moments where you really feel how fragile life is.

After we got off, the fear faded, and I had to apologize. I told him I wasn’t upset—I was just scared. And honestly, that’s what it was.