Izy's Out of Standard challenge today at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asks us to write about an exotic holiday destination, with a catch. It must be a place where others go, but I would not.
As it happens, this has been on the Canadian TV network, CBC, twice. Both times I had to close my eyes while my husband watched that wild and woolly Newfoundlander, Rick Mercer, climb BC's 9000-foot Mount Nimbus, crossing a swinging suspension bridge at a mere 8050 feet.
It scared the wits out of me. Both times. I don't care if my husband asks me to sprinkle his ashes from the top of a mountain, from a hang glider, from a parachute, or from the top of the CN Tower, it ain't gonna happen.
|Rick Mercer, right, with his guide. Contemplating the bridge on the way to the top.|
above this ghastly chasm
I'll just sit down and perish here
from a lack of food, and a surfeit of fear
|After a successful crossing, Mercer smiles for the camera. He only fell once.|
at the moment when Mercer fell
between the boards that form the bridge
a thousand storeys from hell
of course he knew that he was safe
and knew that he wouldn't die
he was wearing a harness and line
but 'twas nearly the end of I
safe at home in my chair I sat
trying to catch my breath...
there's nothing Kiplingesque about that
to jest at such height with death*
At the summit, looking down at
CBC and Mercer Report photos
* ref. Rudyard Kipling, Ballad of East and West