I’ve been having a great time exploring my “new” neighborhood since moving one entire mile from our last house into this our current one.

Even though it’s only a mile, my running path is different and I am seeing different sights, new houses, new building, new flowers, and it’s been great.

There is a bridge


That overlooks the bay, which is about a mile off in the distance.

In the center of frame there is a peekaboo ocean glimpse.  I realize it’s a bit hard to see but the iPhone camera is only so good.

The views are just stunning from this bridge and I don’t realize when I’m running how high I am compared to sea level.  That is until I run up a couple doosie hills.

Or until I look down from the bridge and realize there is a man and a dog (center of the frame) wayyyyy down there.

Wicked bright glare but man is in a tan tshirt and dog is black.

I am not exactly sure how high this is but it’s really high.

I cropped this image a bit and the perspective doesn’t look as dramatic but there was less glare than on the first image.

And the railing over the side of the bridge is not very high.

I am not normally scared of heights, nor am I scared of bridges (I know that’s a fairly common phobia) but it does make my heart beat a just a wee bit faster when I realize just how high up I am.

However, all that height is liberating, freeing, and somehow I feel even more connected to nature being high up. <—That sounds cheesy.  But it’s true.

Speaking of cheesy, I haven’t had Raw Vegan Cheezy Kale Chips in awhile.

I need to make kale chips again.  And I’ll probably use my oven at about 300F for 45 minutes give or take, rather than bothering with my dehydrator which would be an 8 to 10 hour ordeal.  No thanks.

And who cares if they’re baked and not “raw”.   I don’t!  All I care about is the finished product’s taste: crispy, cheezy goodness.

Thanks for the kind words and comments on my last post, Bonding Time.  Yes, Skylar and I had an especially special afternoon and I frequently remind myself, what am I doing all of this for, what am I working hard for, what am I trying to accomplish, what am I building, doing, creating if I am not successful at making sure my daughter knows how loved she is and how special she is and that she’s the center of it all.

It was lovely reading over the special bonding moments you had with your moms growing up.


1. Are you scared of heights?

No, I’m not, in general.

I have lived on the 32nd floor of a building before, I love going to the 95th floor of the John Hancock Building Signature Room in Chicago for cocktails, I don’t mind airplanes or flying, nor do I mind tall escalators that overlook shopping areas.

But I will say being out in the open air and being that high up does make me take a quick step back from being close too close to the bridge railing!  I’m sure as I continue to run over the bridge, I won’t even “notice” it or think about it as time passes.  But for now it’s not a fear so much as it’s an awe of the beauty surrounding me.

2. Do you have any phobias or fears?

I mentioned mine here.

And why It has to do with things experiences (<—shudder) as a child.

Right now I am out with a friend and this post is auto-publishing.

Hint about what I’m doing is here

Be back with a recap later.  Or find me on InstagramI’m sure I have pictures up!

34 comments on “Heights”

  1. Enjoy the new views, Averie and have fun exploring!

  2. I am not scared of heights, but I am extremely afraid of spiders.

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  4. I’m not afraid of heights (Though my sister and mom is– they try to hide it though, rather unsuccessfully I might add ;)). But even some heights or weird vanage points will, as you said, just make me say WHOA.

    I used to be scared of spiders, but that had mostly gone away after I held a tarantula last year! (It was a pet one, at the science center I volunteered at).

  5. Heights only bother me in the sense that I am afraid of falling from them. If I am on a sturdy bridge or am in a building I’m not afraid at all. But put me somewhere like on a rickety bridge, or the edge of something with no railing, THAT’s when I’m freaking out.

    But mostly I don’t like snakes. Spiders I’m totally cool with, because you can easily step on them. And boom dead. But snakes? That does not work! I don’t want them touching me, let alone biting me. Blech. The worst fear though: attempting to make small talk in a social setting. Sounds so tame compared to the first two, but nothing makes my anxiety worse than trying to come up with things to talk to someone about in a random setting. Especially if I don’t really know them.

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  7. I’m not scared of heights, really, but bridges are another story. Especially if there’s water under me! I go into instant fight or flight mode….well, flight mode really. :)

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