So, my husband's parents came to visit us this past weekend. We had a blast and did so many things in such a small amount of time. The rest of my week's posts will be all about that, including our trip to the top of Pike's Peak and a visit to the famed Flying W Ranch for a cowboy style chuckwagon supper and dinner show. We were sad to see them go but what a blast we had! Today, I want to talk about the things my husband can talk me into doing. This little tidbit of stupidity occurred at the Royal Gorge Bridge... the deepest gorge and highest suspension bridge in America. They have this little deal called the skycoaster that combines the feeling of skydiving and bungee jumping and swings you out OVER the gorge. 2,000 feet high. Insanity right? You would literally have to WANT to die to do this... at least that is what I said 2 weeks ago when I saw it from a distance. Yet, somehow...my husband talked me into it Saturday and I did the dumbest, scariest thing I have ever done in my life.
WE SURVIVED THE SKYCOASTER AT ROYAL GORGE PARK!
|the skycoaster from across the gorge|
|this is just to show you how high up this is without even including the fact that it swings out over the gorge...|
this alone is pretty freaking scary!
|Just to remind you...this is what it swings you out over. It doesn't look so bad, right? Please look a the bridge|
where I show you a CAR driving across. Does that put it into perspective for you? Pictures can't do it justice.
|Totally rethinking this, but I was locked in at this point.|
And not even being dramatic,---I really did think about crying when it lifted us up.
|I was saying my exit prayers at this point...because I was certain we would die.|
|I love husband's face in this picture. I was buried in his shoulder, screaming.|
|the weightless feeling was crazy. I hated it.|
|and SO glad to be done! WHOA!|