If you know me, whether in person or from reading here, you are aware that I have a bit of a control issue. I lean towards being moderate in my indulgences and don’t enjoy the feeling of being out of control. My dislike of that type of sensation probably impacts me in many ways, but overall, I believe it helps me to avoid harm, particularly of the physical sort. Case in point…
During our annual beach vacation, we encountered a couple of opportunities to take a flying leap. A sort of “long walk off a short pier,” to use the local vernacular. Our first chance was on the road leading to Lieutenant’s Island. Have you been to this part of Wellfleet? It’s a lovely, fantastically isolated bay beach that is great for the younger set. No waves, limited parking, and a bridge which is perfect during high tide for jumping. The day we were there to jump, tide was really high making the bridge impassable due to the water level – it was about knee-high. This was Quinn’s first year to take the plunge and he was fabulous! The only real drawback to this activity, or to Lieutenant’s Island in general, are the voracious green-head flies. My God, they are vicious! We each took a few jumps and then ran through the remarkably warm water back to the wagon.
Our next opportunity for proving our fearlessness came on Martha’s Vineyard. We were fortunate this year to have our weeks finally overlap with that of some Albany friends and they turned us on to a beach area between Oak Bluffs and Edgartown that provided 2 bridges for proving your courage. Or not, as the case may be.
The bridge at State Beach is crazy high. I’m talking Cheech & Chong high. At least that’s how it looked to me. And, while there were plenty of the bold and the brave present, it turns out that I was not one of them. Here are the pictures that truly tell the story:
Yeah, it wasn’t happening. When I looked down I just knew I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t a matter of working up the nerve or taking a moment to compose myself, or even simply letting go. I couldn’t do it. While I am a little disappointed in my lack of nerve, I understand that my strength in letting go is still developing. I’m working on it and, there’s always next year. Here’s how it is supposed to look:
How about you? How do you feel about taking a flying leap?