The first time we heard this song, dad and I were flying through the Red Mountain Pass on the Million Dollar Highway; soaring cliffs on the left, sheer drop offs to the right, only to switch sides without notice as we zipped through a switchback after switchback.
Dangerous? Maybe, but what is life itself except a series of calculated riskso? Is not God the ultimate risk taker, his finest creation, you and I, created with free will, the capability of rejecting Him?
It’s 0630, and we’re waiting at the base of Pinnacle Mountain for Fletch to show up; not as risky as we might prefer, but like our adventures, we take our thrills where we can find them…