Cliffs.

All along this east coast of  Barn Marsh Island there are sheer rock cliffs cut out by the tides. Cape Enrage is the only place where rappellers can legally gather to scare themselves, uh, practice rescues.

At the northern tip of the park we came upon a fire-rescue organization using the cliffs for a training exercise. You could smell the testosterone in the air.

I simply MUST get myself an orange jumpsuit with "FIRE" on the back.

The guy in the yellow suit getting ready to go over the edge was openly whimpering, "Mama, Mama, Mama." There wasn't any testosterone odor emanating from him!

You could get to the cliff bottom down some very steep steps, if you weren't so skeered of heights.

THAT'S my brave girl!