Well, I used to work in the mines as a boy, but was boozing then. When I sobered up Claustrophobia reared up at the strangest times - like not being able to sit on the inside at a booth in a restaurant. Only had one bout with it in the slot canyon a few trips ago when it was full of lots of people and in the narrowest spot and no one was moving. An unusual situation. No problems with it since but going often builds a familiarity that helps.
This trip my niece was worried about it but she steeled herself for it and plunged ahead. Wound up not having any problems with it.
Guess its up to each indivudual and where their mind is at the time for the situation. The slot canyon is about a quarter mile long.
Its so beautiful in there one doesn't focus on fear as much as the beauty.
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
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