Attractions of The Heart: Climbing Rocks

Get a grip, Sabrina!
The internal scolding did nothing for my courage. Irrational fear kept me from enjoying the breathtaking panorama of the Sierra Nevada. I longed to see the Great Western Divide, but instead, I was looking at a rock when my eyes weren’t cemented shut. Another silent pep talk and at least I was able to realize that this had to be among the most incredible backdrops I had ever seen. I didn’t dare look down at the spectacular view of the San Joaquin Valley floor, so I looked up instead. That’s when the most incredible sight of all appeared as if by divine intervention.
Heading my way was a slender, long-limbed, blonde-haired apparition in a full forest ranger uniform. The woman captivated me with her piercing blue eyes that matched the sky on a crystal clear day. She drew closer, and I lost my bearings.
“May I help you, Miss?”
Her tone was professional, yet concerned. Up close, her skin was as white as the cumulus clouds that surrounded us. I managed a weak reply before I remembered my fear of heights. A warm smile lit up her entire face despite the shadow cast by her ranger’s hat. Looking at her deep dimples quashed what was left of my breath. The last thing I recalled before I passed out was the dead weight of my body as my knees buckled.