Angels Landing is renowned as one of the world's scariest and most spectacular hikes. So I felt the fear and did it anyway.
“Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.”
I’m scrambling up a narrow ridge on one of the world’s scariest hikes, Angels Landing in Utah, reciting this mantra and hoping I won’t panic.
Far below the Virgin River snakes silently along the canyon floor. On either side is a 400m drop. I’m not looking though; my eyes are scoping out the next bit of gritty sandstone to be tackled as the morning sun starts heating up.
Heights aren’t my favourite thing. I don’t get off on danger, but this hike is so unusual and so spectacular and my partner is loving it so much that I just feel the fear and keep going. “People die doing this,” I’m thinking. “I could die doing this. Actually it's a fucking miracle more people don’t die doing this!”
Not the whole way though. Mainly when negotiating a narrow ledge with a sheer drop off on one side and pulling myself up a cliff with a steel chain, which is what you’re doing most of the time through the middle section.