Apparently, I have what one may call a phobia of open staircases. You know the kind, you can see right through to the ground below. Especially bad for me are spiral staircases. Oh, and I'm not a big fan of tight spaces either. Like lighthouses, for example. So, overall, this was not a good plan, but I put on a brave face and made it up the steps, trying not to look down at the open stairs below. After all, I had done this dozens of times as a kid, so it should be a piece of cake, right? Wrong.
Sarah Beth got a little scared too, so Daddy carried her up to the top. Lucky her. The view was lovely, but I was already worried about the trip down. Down is always worse. You kind of have to look down to see the steps, and that's when I get panicky and a little dizzy. I had to force myself down the steps, one by one, with Kurt and Sarah Beth chanting "you can do it Mommy." Great. I love that my 3 year old was less scared than I was. When I got to the bottom, my legs were shaky and I looked at Kurt and said "never again."
Here are my two cheerleaders, on solid ground.
Day 224 {Canon 5D Mark III}
The Twin Lights. Tower of Doom in the foreground.
oh it is beautiful. for the record, i feel you totally on this. last year on vacation we took avery up in the lighthouse, and I made a total fool of myself. no only was a terrified for me, I was convinced something horrible was about to happen to avery. i am pretty sure everyone with us hated me that day. i was a mess!
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