Kayla
Damien drove us across the water in a jet ski. I held onto his waist so I wouldn't fall us. The ride was short and choppy.
The mountain looked even more intimidating from the water.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, squinting up at the heights. "I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
"The adrenaline will be your caffeine today, Kayla," Damien said, jumping out into the shallow water and pulling the jet-ski onto the sand. He reached out a hand to help me onto the shore. "And don't worry, the trail is well-maintained. It’s got a full via ferrata setup."
"A via what now?"
"Iron path," he explained, pointing to the side of the cliff. "Steel cables, ladders, and fixed hooks. You just clip your harness in and climb. It's safe."
We geared up at the bottom of the trail. I st
