The Royal Gorge isn’t just an event that takes place every Christmas Eve at Aunt Kendra and Uncle Roger’s dining room table. The Royal Gorge also happens to be a canyon 1,053 feet high. It had been on my “to do” list since we moved to Colorado 3 years ago so we finally went last weekend.
A bridge spans the gorge so folks can walk across and take photos. This is the bridge we walked across.
Ok, I lied when I said we walked across. I ran across. I’m not normally afraid of heights but it was windy and the whole bridge shook and cars were allowed to drive next to pedestrians so the wooden floor planks shook. Bob snapped a photo as I was making my escape. I looked back as he mocked me.
I safely made it to the other side, sniffed out a funnel cake stand and waited for Bob to finish his leisurly stroll across the bridge.
The Arkansas river was at the bottom of the gorge. It was so far away I couldn’t even hear the water gushing. We’ve had a lot of mountain snow over the winter so rivers and streams have been on high flood alert.
I had to get back on the other side of the bridge where we parked our car so I had two choices: run lightening fast across the bridge with my eyes closed or take the red tram across the gorge.
We took the tram and it actually wasn’t scary to me.
It was a nice day trip filled with multiple moments of mockery from Bob directed to me.
