I’m not sure which is a bigger phobia for me: fear of heights or fear of flying coach. When my nephew and I visited Alyeska last month, I was tempted to keep my eyes closed on the tram ride to the top of the mountain, but it was too beautiful to miss. Instead, I white knuckled the handrail and smiled like an idiot while enjoying the green. God knew what she was doing when she created green. Wow. There are so many lovely shades.
Once we arrived at the top, we were knocked sideways by the wind, but didn’t care. The view was breathtaking. Then, I saw him–the tram-cable-fixer dude. My heart stopped. I stepped back. Fear gripped my gut. How on earth could that man do that? Insane. You couldn’t pay me enough to do what he was doing. No freaking way!!
Then I turned around, Holy Smokes! Beautiful. So beautiful in fact that it didn’t even look real. It looked like one of those cheesy backdrops they use at photo studios in malls. But nope. It was real and awe inspiring. Seriously. I would consider the nose-bleed inducing job in order to look at this every single day of the year.