Devil's Causeway

             When I went to Colorado again this summer we visited a sketchy place called the Devil's Causeway. The Devil's Causeway is probably the closest I have ever been to dying. I didn't even cross it. I wimped out because I love life to much. The causeway is in a area of flat tops in Colorado where all the mountains in the area are smaller while being longer and flatter on the top, some with enough room for football fields. The causeway itself is about 100 feet long and as wide as a sidewalk. On both sides of the causeway are cliffs, If you fell, you would surely die. No chance of living at all. I walked up right next to causeway and turned around. On top of being only as wide as a sidewalk, there are rocks and other obstacles that one may stumble on and fall to their death. 

             If you crossed it, you had to make it back. Like I said I did not cross it. My dad, my brother and my uncle did, though. All of them managed to maneuver back and forth on the causeway. When you look down standing beside it you can see things that people have dropped. Another thing, while your up there you can feel like wind shifting your balance. The wind up there comes and goes quickly to add to your chance of death. Even though I didn't go across, I had a great time and got to see my family cross it. I hope to sometime come back later in life and cross the causeway but, my time is limited because soon it will become impossible due to erosion.