The last time I went on this trail was about four years ago, where I almost had a near death experience. After we had hiked to the cave and were climbing down, someone above me accidentally dislodged a rock roughly the size of my head, which came rolling down the rock wall. I was frozen in place because I was climbing down the steeper section of the trail and didn’t know where the rock was headed- in my path? To the side of me? I remember it felt like an eternity watching the rock roll down, building more and more momentum, until it finally became clear that I was going to get hit and all I could do was brace myself for whatever kind of impact it would be. I instinctively reached out to push the rock away (what else could I do ) only to have it rip several nails off my right hand and scratch up the inside of my leg. I didn’t notice this until maybe a minute later though because I was just so relieved that I was still there, hanging on to the wall, intact, and that the rock hadn’t sent me flying off the side of the mountain. I was never really scared to return after this happened but for some reason I just didn’t, until this day. It was @allanhiga’s first time venturing here and we spent the time talking about random things like podcasts, Lights, and NASCAR- things I’m not even into but now have a teeny tiny appreciation for. Oh, and also a new (and better) memory of this trail.