I found myself at 7,000 feet and miles outside Bend with the helicopter doors literally off and Mount Bachelor almost within arms reach. Wind washed over me as the impossibly small helicopter tossed us around in a gut wrenching and bravado checking dance to stay aloft. What the hell.
In that moment I realized three things. 1) I was actually quite shook. 2) It's for the best I didn't have my phone, because I'd have no doubt dropped it out the door and into oblivion. And 3) A strange dissociative comfort could be found in experiencing the moment through the camera viewfinder, allowing me to appreciate the impossibly beautiful volcanic landscape without considering the fact that a dinky little lapbelt was the only thing keeping me in place.