The sky was clear and there was only a light breeze at the cliff’s edge. The sun nearly at its journey’s end for the day began its final descent into the wild Atlantic. We felt confident enough to ignore the safety warnings and tread past the rock wall and onto a large rocky area at the cliff’s edge. I would not recommend this!
I won’t lie, I was really scared the closer I came to the edge, the sheer gravity (no pun intended) of how high and vertical the cliff face was, became abundantly clear to me. It nearly paralyzed me.
I literally got down on hands and knees and crawled slowly toward the edge. Five or maybe six feet away still I could not move any further forward. I then laid as flat as I could on my belly, nearly kissing the rock, in order to scoot the final few feet to get this shot with my GoPro.
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