Cathedral Rock and Kenny the Cowboy

Sometimes, something inside says "do it" but for some reason the rest of your body doesn't want to cooperate. This was the case back in February 2008; the day I wasn't, yes I said I wasn't, going to climb to the top of Cathedral Rock. Cindy and I started the climb but then gave up - mentally convincing ourselves that it was too difficult.

As we walked around the base of the mountain, we saw an older gentlemen decked out in south-western cowboy gear. I glanced up at him and caught his eye. He shouted to me "Are you climbing today?". I replied that I wasn't because I thought is was too difficult. He piped back "Follow me and I'll show you the way". I looked at Cindy and we decided to follow along.

He introduced himself as "Kenny the Cowboy" and his side kick "bungee" his dog (later on in the journey I wanted to take his picture, but he declined). Well to make a long story short, we followed Kenny; sometimes on our knees climbing; sometimes grabbing hold of the walking stick he carried to pull us across a cliff face.

From the base of Cathedral Rock

From the base of Cathedral Rock

When we finally got to the top the view was breathtaking. I turned around to thank Kenny and he was gone. Not exactly sure what happened to him. Even in our descent there was no sign of Kenny the Cowboy or Bungee, but we were sure glad we met these two.

From the Top of Cathedral Rock

From the Top of Cathedral Rock

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