I just decided that today. This has been the best and the worst day of my life. Yellowstone is sooooo amazing, but I had just one problem. I am terrified of heights (it is a Pritt thing, you should see my dad). I mean ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED OF HEIGHTS. While the beauty of the Park was overwhelming, I missed a lot of it because I was curled up in the fetal position, blinds closed, and earplugs in, blaring Sister Christian on my iPhone. I was absolutely certain that at any moment, we were going to plummet to our deaths and it felt like Brad was driving 86 MPH. There was hyperventilating, near fainting and a lot of sobbing going on. I don’t like being this way. I think I am a strong person, but when it comes to heights I lose all sense of reason. As I was curled up in the back of the RV (again, blaring Sister Christian) all I could think about was Rod (Brad’s brother). I wished he was curled up with me (sorry Sandy). I know that sounds strange, but he is also terrified of heights, and I thought, if I could just have someone in this with me – that understands that my heart was about to stop (not just stop, but EXPLODE), it just might be OK.
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Marcie, I don't blame you a bit in a top-heavy vehicle like that. It would just flip right over a guard rail (like that bus did with the college baseball players on I75 a few years back). Not to feed your fear, but you were probably the sanest person in the vehicle. Next time I would lay on the floor in the center of the vehicle and strap yourself down if you can. -Rod
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Dang Marcie I got teary when I read this part! I totally feel your pain... It reminds me of taking the rv to parsons when we were kids. I would have been curled up with you, crying right along with you.
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