Alongside the town of Banff in Alberta, Canada, you''ll find Sulphur Mountain. A gondola - cable car - carries visitors up to the summit at 2,281m (7,486 ft) above sea level.
We decide we'll get the cable car up and walk down.
Husband to boy on ticket desk, 'Four singles, please.'
Boy-on-ticket-desk, 'Sorry, you can only buy singles at the top.'
Husband, 'But we want to get the cable car up and walk down.'
Boy-on-ticket-desk, 'We only sell singles at the top because it's easier to walk up than it is to walk down.'
We go into a huddle and discuss this logic. We decide he has an honest face and we'll walk up.
When we must be three-quarters of the way up at least I ask a hiker on his way down, 'Are we nearly there?'
'Oh, no, you're not even halfway there yet.'
I would swear at Husband but I am polite. And I must save my air to breathe.
As the path zig-zags under the overhead cable cars, I think how terribly unlucky someone would be if they were killed by a falling cable-car. I make a point of running - okay, walking faster - underneath the wires.
When we reach the summit all I want is a bed, intravenous tea and an oxygen mask. I don't care it's a world heritage site.
In the cafe we plan what we will do to the boy-in-ticket-desk.
Then it's time to go down. In the cable car. Now this is the bit I am really not looking forward to. This is going to be SCARY!
Yes, that's me squeaking even though I had my eyes closed as we disappeared in the void. But I did open them later and here's the shadow of our cable-car on the trees - a photo taken by me! Wasn't I brave?!
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