Angus on the Hoodoos

It's hot and bright enough to make our heads ring.
The families cross the highway; cars whiz 
out of the brilliance and on to Drumheller.
The hoodoos loom up out of the dazzle--
soft sandstone towers under their hard caps--
tourists move up the rounded shapes, the oldsters creep, 
the kids scramble. Mike stays at the bottom.
I've always been afraid of heights,
my shoes slip in the dust, the heat's
breathtaking. Angus heads straight up. In no time
he's king of the castle. "LOOK MOM!"
and the whole parking lot admires him,
eleven and fearless,
three hundred feet above.