Because I live on an island, there are tons of boats, harbors, ships, docks….and other marine related things. People are really into it and once they start getting into specifics, it goes way over my head. Maybe it’s because they’ve lived here for a while. I feel like I need a manual sometimes to keep up with all of the boat speak.
There is this really cool place right on the waterfront where you can actually walk out into the breakwater and reach a lighthouse (see how I used breakwater and waterfront in the same sentence? I have no idea what I’m saying). The path is elevated quite a bit, but from up there you can see a lot of cool creatures. I have seen bright orange and purple starfish and even an octopus.
There’s a diving school close by which makes it easy to always have someone to judge when you go: “can you believe they’re in that freezing water?” “he looks like he’s doing it wrong” “they probably think they’re so cool” are a couple of things I would probably say if I was at Ogden Point right now.
Little did I know that people (well, normal people) could have a fear of walking on a raised, narrow path above the ocean. When I took my mom to Ogden Point, we made it halfway through. We turned around not because she was scared of falling in, but scared that someone would push her in. Love it. You never know who’s out to getcha! But I could definitely see how this would be kind of terrifying to someone who is scared of heights, or say, dying.
The thing that really freaked my mom out was that I told her that I’ve seen women pushing strollers on this path, as well as dogs, and little kids. They all have had a chance to fall to their death.
So this is a good lesson–if you don’t feel good about doing something, don’t do it. What if I made my mom keep going and she fell to her death and landed on the rocks? I would feel really bad. And then everyone would think that I killed her, which I kind of did. Way too much pressure, guys.