Driving along the dirt path he took in the beauty. The motion after a few hours driving no longer registered. Starting to climb into the mountains he winced after looking down over the side of the path; just keep your eyes on the road.  Looking down briefly past his pale white hands the amount of fuel left would not get him back to civilization. 

The sky turned a dull gray. He could see the village in the distance. Getting closer a sicken feeling developed in his stomach. Pulling to the side of the path his worst fear was confirmed, no one was visible. After waiting for some one to come he realized what he would have to do. He started to shake and could now see is breath. 

Taking a step toward the cable hanging from two trees, one on each side for the rushing water being turned white by the rocks below. The sound increased as he approached the edge. He looked down again, don't do that stupid. 

As put one hand on the cable he could no longer see the village on the other side. His other hand was shaking he put it on the cable in front of his right. Hanging there for a moment, feet no longer touching the ground he froze. His hand shacking he tepidly put it in front of the other and started crossing. He made a second mistake looking back he no longer could see the cliff he had started on. Pushing forward his breath was coming out in a steady stream. He could now hear footsteps on what sounded like the gravel path coming from the village.   The other side was now visible, come on you got this, Jim. Extending his right leg forward he could feel the ground.   After one more sequence of hand over hand he made it. 

Looking forward a hand appeared and a voice said welcome to village senor, lets get inside.