Did I mention that I'm afraid of heights? I've been trying to conquer this fear by climbing ladders, touring lighthouses, walking out on my deck...
I had the ultimate test today at the Spostylvania Little League Opening Day photo shoot. Every year my hubby and I talk about taking a photo from the bucket of the fire truck that displays the American flag. This year we actually asked. Then we had to decide who was going to get to go up, and I won. But only because he's a nice guy :-)
The firefighters were really cool. We were about 3/4 of the way up when I realized that I'd have to get down. "So. How do we get down?" I asked. "The same way we get up." he replied. Oh. Maybe I hadn't thought this through. This is the stuff of my nightmares. We got to the top and fastened our harnesses to the bucket. The view was awesome.
The time came for us to climb back down. I had been considering building a summer home up there to avoid this part. It's not so bad when you're hooked up by the harness, however you have to unfasten yourself to climb down which is the most dangerous part (in my opinion). I white knuckled it all the way down with one firefighter in front and one in back just in case I had a panic attack. I asked them at the bottom if they could tell that I was shaking like a leaf. They said no, but I don't believe them. Either that or I faked bravery pretty well this time. Unlike the time I climbed the steps of a lighthouse and plastered myself to the wall, refusing to move. But that's another story.