Even Kenley, my child, was taking in the scenery and seemed perfectly at ease. Did she not realize how high up we were?
I had Britton’s new said friend’s grandmother in the lift with me and Kenley, and I was utterly embarrassed as she rambled on about the charities she volunteers for as I kept responding with “uh huh’s” and “oh really’s” all the while with my eyes tightly shut, unable to look beneath me.
We finally reached the top, sweaty striped shirt, light headed and all. Conquered fear. Check.
I all too quickly come to the realization that what goes up, must go….
oh crap. Sweet husband, that doesn’t want to be widowed just yet, quickly begs the man operating the lift to find an alternate way down for his ‘wife that has a fear of heights’. At first the man tells me I have to ride the lift back down the mountain and there is no other way. Surely he is kidding? Mike finally convinces the nice man that, me riding down, is not an option.
Talk about embarrassing. The girls asked to ride down the lift with said sweet 70 year old grandmother, whose name now escapes me, while I waited 20 minutes for a golf cart to pick me and Mike up, and ride down the mountain, with wheels on the ground. I won’t bore you with the details of how I was also worried about riding a golf cart down a mountain.
Just when I am bumping along the winding road in the little golf cart, with my tail between my legs feeling sorry for my frightened little self, there is a boy, about 18 or so, in a wheelchair who was both physically and mentally disabled, getting his ride down the mountain with us as well (we were facing backwards). My little embarrassing pity party comes to an abrupt end reminding me, once again, to be thankful for my body that functions as it was designed, and for my mind- which functions, well, that is debatable.
But, we’re back safe and sound. We finished out the tour of the animals. With all the CO photos, I am beginning to feel a bit like the old man that invites friends over to see his slide show of vacation photos. I promise this is the last of it.
If only these Hippos had on pink tutus.
Mike did return to out little cabin on the mountain for a day of guided fly fishing. My outdoorsy husband had a blast and caught and released over 20 trout in the Winding River. It’s like seeing a fast forward photo of Raynes in about 35 years.
And that’s all the slide show we have, folks. Seeing that we essentially paid for two vacations in one week (the cabin plus the Broadmoor) it may be a while before the Robinson family packs up and heads out again. In the meantime, we will be filling back packs with new boxes of No. 2 pencils, wide Crayola markers and three ring binders for school which starts next week.
So long summer, you were good!