I wanted to give CR a bungee jump off the Royal Gorge bridge for his birthday. (Not me, HIM.) Turns out they only do it once a year, and this is not it. So I settled for a very high swing that catapults the rider over empty space 1000 feet in the air. Again, not me. I have trouble walking over the bridge. It’s a suspension bridge, so it sways a little, and the floor is made of wooden slats, and you can see through the cracks to the river below. I’m sure you would have enjoyed the photo, had I been physically able to shoot it, but we all have our limitations. I had to hold on to CR’s arm all the way across. (Really, it’s a very funny joke that I should have been born in a place with so many high places.)
Still, it was a great day. Fresh dustings of snow, the place practically deserted, bright sunshine. I love the little train to the bottom of the gorge (though if you go in winter, be prepared for bone-chilling cold down there), mainly for this shot of the bridge, so very very very high above.
Then CR suited up for his big ride–swinging over that vastness:
At which point, my camera refused to take any more photos. Luckily, I had my cell phone:
I have this Walter Mitty idea of myself, that I could actually go on The Amazing Race and do something like rappell face first down a skyscraper, but every time something like this comes up, I know it’s a big fat delusion. CR, however, will jump off the bridge one of these days. He appears to be so mild mannered…and he is not.
What petrifies you?