Vickie and Tony half way across

My cousin and I first discussed the Bridge Walk at our family reunion over Labor Day. I’m not sure why I agreed whole-heartedly to do it since I have this thing about high places – meaning, I don’t like them.

The weather was frigid for the 10 am walk. Even with all the layers, it was still cold. I started out with baby steps and kept my hands on the rails for the first half of the walk. It took that long for me to look down, too. With all the kind words and encouragement from my cousin Tony, husband, fellow walkers and our wonderful guide, Paul, I made it across and I’m ready for the next adventure.

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