Since 2004, six people have died falling from the cliffs on this route.
“Your safety is in your hands,” the voice recording warns ominously as Zion National Park’s bus pulls into the trailhead parking lot. A disjointed image – tumbling flesh, clattering rocks, spirals of vision broken by pain – haunts me. I’m not confident on my toes and have never tested my fear of falling off objects by hiking along a ledge 1,488 feet (454 metres) high with a questionably-secured metal chain in one hand and a camera in the other.
But in the recommended Youtube video that brought us here, octogenarians and mothers with babes at the breast were crawling up, all smiles. Thus fueled by one of the weaker Traveler’s excuses – Everybody else is doing it – I bite my lip and start walking.
Next stop on our Southwest American road trip: Las Vegas, Nevada and the Hoover Dam
Previous stops: Zion National Park