Treading a fine line...

I watched this video today on Black*Eiffel's blog. There was a warning, if you are afraid of heights, not to watch it, but I thought, how scary could a video be? It's not the real thing. HA! It's more than a little bit unnerving to watch! But I am happy to get my thrills out of watching a video that someone else had to walk up there and get while I sit and watch it with my two feet firmly planted on steady ground.

A little background on this video, taken from the mountains of Spain, from somewhere called El Camino del Ray:
In 1901 a walkway was built to join the Chorro Falls and Gaitanejo Falls. It was completed in 1905.
The walkway has now gone many years without maintenance, and is now in a highly deteriorated and dangerous state.
It is one metre in width, over a 700 metre fall, and over time it has lost it's handrail.
Some parts of the walkway have completely collapsed, and have been replaced by a beam and a metallic wire on the wall.
Many people have lost their lives on the walkway in recent years.
After four people died in two accidents in 1999 and 2000, the local government closed the entrances.
However, adventurous tourists still find their way into the walkway.

(Personally, I thought it would be better for me to post something fun and exciting like this rather than a long, bitter post about how yesterday was a high being Mother's Day and all, only for today to be one of the lowest of lows, starting out with a big poo-in-the-pants episode, followed with lots of ugly three-year-old tantrums and disobedience all stinkin' day long, to be completed with a big pee-in-the-pants-and-socks-and-shoes finale. Of course, now that I think about it, I think the two experiences are similar -- one crazy adventurer choosing to walk on a dangerous path, and me, a woman teetering on the brink of insanity, choosing to walk on the dangerous path of raising a three-year-old. Yep, they're really not all that different.)