It was a day before hump day but the clouds had parted and the sun was shining. I finished teaching for the day and I had an urge to venture out into the Vancouver greenery. Knowing that it is not unlikely that the sun may not return for a few days, if not weeks, I decided to head to the one place neither of my two friends in Vancouver would want to go with me. This week, for my hump day adventure, I ventured to the very touristy Capilano Suspension Bridge.
I have a fear of heights, especially when I look down and when what I am walking on is not solid (see-through makes it even worse). I worry that I will lose my footing and slip or that my glasses (which are fully replaceable) will fall off and land in the depths of whatever is below me. I also am extremely uncomfortable with bridges. So, put both those concepts together, add a unstable feeling to the bridges movement, plus hundreds of other people that crowd, sway, and prevent one from running across the bridge together and you have my Tuesday hump day adventure.
Crossing the main bridge for the first time since I was a child was unsettling. At points, when you could tell the wind had picked up or that there was an imbalance on individuals going on direction versus the other, only made the experience a little scarier. I held tight to my camera, placed my glasses in my jacket pocket and triple checked that each of my jacket and camera bag zippers were done up. As I made it across, all I could think about is that at some point I have to get back across and on the starting side there was a cliff walk that I wanted to keep myself motivated enough to walk along.
Although I was uncomfortable, the journey was well worth it. Along the way I thought about how the entrance to the “park” and the beginning steps of the main suspension bridge looked just as it did when I was a young child and my parents took my brother and extended family to visit the same site. I am sure at that time it did not cost us $30 per individual to enter the site but I also do not think it had all the extras such as the treetop adventure or the cliff walk.
After gaining my footing along the multiple suspension bridges through the treetops, I was ready to hit the cliff wall. I assumed it would not be any worse than the main suspension bridge and for the most part I was right. At one point, however, when many in front of me paused to take a picture of their loved ones with the main suspension bridge in the distance, I started to clinch up and want to get off the narrow wood platform that was attached by metal rods and large nuts and bolts to the cliffside. The structure it was itself very well done but teaching me along the way about the erosion of the rock over the years that the structure was connected to was not all that comforting.
Conquering, well working through, my fears and seeing a part of Vancouver that I only slightly remember as a child, on one of the few days the sun has been out was definitely well worth the money and time!