|A much younger me looking "over the edge"|
I can remember when I was on the edge of a cliff hanging on for dear life. Well, it was really the periphery of a steep mountain... and I was in a Jeep... but I was scared to death. All I could think was, "Please don't let me die!" Thinking back I can now see that I was very much in the moment. I prayed. My short adventurous life (sort of) flashed before me. But I also learned a little about myself. I survived.
|Puerto Vallarta, Mexico|
First of all, the dirt path up the mountain was extremely narrow. There was only enough room for the Jeep. When half-naked people on horseback came by, we were able to stop and let them get around us. It was a tight squeeze, though. After I recovered from the reality shock, I found myself wondering what would happen if a vehicle tried to pass.
|The mystery Jeep (minus the driver)|
Big smile. "Let's just hope that doesn't happen."
Roll of my eyes. "You know, I value my life!" I shouted. I was white-knuckling it as I held on for dear life. My carefully manicured fingernails were leaving half-moon indentions in my palms.
Fits of laughter. "Me, too."
|The beach suits me fine, thank you very much|
Suddenly I had a flashback to the time my wild and crazy cousin picked me up from the Bush International Airport in Houston. He had parked at the top of a parking garage. The only way down was a spiral exit ramp. It reminded me of sliding down a fire pole. My cousin was a fireman, but this was no pole. Yet he was driving down the ramp as if rushing to get to a four-alarm fire in time. He was looking at me out of the corner of his eyes, laughing the same way my friend in the Jeep laughed. Up, down, all around- my mind was a top. Was I losing it? Was my life starting to flash before me? HELP!
Suddenly I was wakened from my reverie when the Jeep came to a screeching halt. We had arrived at the chosen destination in the mountainous jungle outside of Puerto Vallarta. With the wobbly legs of a newborn calf, I stepped out of the Jeep and said a silent prayer of thanks. I was on solid ground at last.
|I wanted to nap like this guy|
I guess that's what happens when you are living on the edge, push through and come out the other side. There is not much time for thinking of anything other than the situation. You have racing thoughts from the past. You pray like there's no tomorrow. When you make it through, gratitude runs through your body like a wave of ecstasy. A childlike innocence returns because you survived the roller coaster ride.
|A local (to the right) near the river|
I reveled in the simple gift of leisure walking. We hiked and explored until we reached a resting place. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the collection of palm fronds and abundance of straw was a thatched roof jungle bar. Although it appeared abandoned at first, someone soon showed up ready to offer refreshments. I later found out the restaurant was called El Eden. A tour of the grounds revealed the helicopter that was used during the movie Predator.
|Our little "oasis" in the midst of it all|
|Movie prop from Arnold Schwarzenegger's Predator|
Published here on 9/25/11 for language/place carnival, issue #10 hosted by Sheree Mack at Everyday Creativity 3
As you know, Laurie, Vallarta is where I moved from a year and a half ago, after living there for several years. I do plan to go back as soon as economically possible. My book takes place in Vallarta and surrounding areas.
I love your story; it's like many of those who discover the beauty of my chosen home. The fear of the unknown and the dangers that live in our minds are usually replaced by what can often be the comfort of reality. Hugs to you, J
Jodi~ Thank you. I knew you would appreciate this. PV is so beautiful. I can't wait to read your book.
Beautiful pics - thanks or sharing!
What wonderful memories and a great topic to post! I love the pictures too :).
I have MANY "living on the edge" moments I can remember. One in particular where I wasn't expecting the edge to be there. In a small fishing boat 3 hours into the Gulf of Mexico (dumb friends boyfriend at the time didn't tell us we were going that far), a storm came out of nowhere. 8 foot swells and rain everywhere. Took us 3 1/2 hours to get back. God (and the dolphins) were with us then. I will never forget those moments of surrender to God & speaking to my dad & comforting my friend who didn't know how to swim!
thanks for bringing up the memories :)xoxo
That had to be a horrifying experience, Jeni. You should write it down... you never know!
Too funny - Puerto Vallarta is my hometown! :) I got a surprise when this came up (in the the blog carnival). So good to see PV. You should see the Malecon at the moment - it's all ripped up.... How long ago was the pic taken? :)
Rose~ Probably around 15 years ago... (wow, I can't believe it's been that long).
my favorite sort of road: one way with two way traffic! or three-point hairpins. one way to develop another sense of trust :)
so glad you went for that drive back then, and brought back this memory and story.
What an adventure! I loved the way you described both PV and the way you stretched and grew. Gorgeous pics -- I feel like I've vacationed myself. Peace...
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