Even though this week’s prompt wasn’t literal, I’m going with a sign.
The sign says:
Narrow route with cliff exposures
Hazardous during thunderstorms, darkness, and ice/snow conditions
I’d heard stories from friends and family members about this hike before I did it last week. I knew it wasn’t for the faint of heart or anyone with fear of heights. I was pretty certain I would do okay, but I still had some niggling doubts. I’m not known for dazzling anyone with feats of physical strength, but I managed to surpass my girlfriend’s expectations. I just walked right up the rock like it was nothing. And as I expected, the openness didn’t bother me at all.
My girlfriend asked what had happened to me. She thought I’d be whining and clinging to the rock with fear. Truth is, I probably would have a couple of years ago. I just kept putting one foot in front of the other and made it to the top. I told her, “I’ve finally found my voice and my feet!”
First portion with chains:
Ridge to final approach and summit (See the people in the lower part of the picture?):
I told a friend the other day I felt like I was climbing in an ant farm. You tell me if you think I’m exaggerating! Here’s the horde we found at the top (and where my healthy fear of heights kicked in – no way was I going to go gallivanting through them)!
I’ll give you a few more signs, since I only put one up there:
And finally, the fallout shelter sign on my apartment building (and no, there isn’t actually one):