airy foot-traffic

a LONG way down

This is Navajo Bridge, an amazingly high suspension bridge on the Navajo reservation in northern Arizona.  It spans Marble Canyon at a dizzying height of 466 feet--and since I have a serious height-thing, I was totally freaking out when I took this picture.  (I'm on the original bridge (built in 1929) which is open to foot traffic.  The new bridge, which looks just like the old one, was built in 1995).

While strolling, Stealth had such a height-fit that all he'd pose for was this pathetic back-to-the-girders thing:

In his defense I should mention that my daughter wouldn't allow a better shot.  She didn't want to risk him dropping, at about one-hundred feet per second, into the Colorado River.  But it does make me curious . . . would he have disintegrated on impact, or would he almost be in sunny Mexico by now?

Either way, I'll never know.  A jump at this point in his career would have seriously hindered his ability to achieve world domination.  (Had Xavier, the not-yet-born French Bulldog, been with us on this trip I would not have even allowed him/her/it on the bridge. . . .)