Canyon Descriptive Writing

My heart thumps in my chest as I peer over the edge, a 6,000 foot drop that has been carved out, making way to the deep, blue river. The harsh sound of water pounding against the dark red rock makes it very clear how this canyon has been formed. I try to make my across the canyon’s edge, but I'm beginning to feel faint and the fear of falling has almost completely consumed me. I slowly take another step, trying not to look down. As I place my foot down I knock loose a few stones that go clattering down the cliff. I count silently in my head. It takes a whole 20 seconds until I hear the rocks make contact with the river. It sends a tremble through my body and I try to scoot as far away from the ledge as I can. Unfortunately, the path is only three feet wide. How had I ever talked myself into doing this?
The sun has just recently begun to dip below the horizon, causing a mix of pink and blue to shoot across the sky, reminding me of cotton candy. Shadows of elaborate rock formations had began to cast shadows and were gradually growing longer, creating an eerie feeling deep in the canyon. I trekked on, wanting to make it out by nightfall. I rounded a bin and was delighted to spot the end of the trail! I starting rushing down the trail only to have my spirits brought back down as I send another pile of rock bouncing down the cliff.I take a deep breath and brace myself. While the end of the trail might only be a mere 300 hundred yards away, this will feel like the longest walk of my life. I slowly began the march towards the exit. After each step I hear a satisfying crunch as my boot firmly plants itself in the ground. The sound of it comforts me, but not enough for me to forget about the 6,00 foot drop to my right. I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my cheek, it rolled down to my lips and I wipe it away with my tongue. I am greeting a bitter taste that erupts in my