hard no.

a couple years ago I crossed the Capilano Suspension Bridge in Vancouver. that was pretty high up and I was SO nervous, but it was a total rush. that bridge you linked in Portugal? it's 2x as high and way longer. there is no way I could do that.

I agree. Not for me! It would probably take about 10 minutes to walk across. Ten minutes of terror!

DH would love it (rock climber, mountains much higher than this). I’ve climbed, but on baby cliffs. And with a nice, strong rope hooked to me. That makes a huge difference!

I was up in the Sears Tower in Chicago, and didn’t even like standing right next to the windows.

I think I could do it.

No way!

Nope nope nope.

The perky music is kind of funny. Imagine if they used something menacing.

I have a hard time being on the 2nd floor of a mall if it has an atrium with glass walls. Like this

I didn’t use to be like this, some how watching my two sons freely cavort around the rims of canyons and the edges of cliffs has damaged me. All that don’t let them be afraid bravado made me afraid. Its getting worse. It makes me sad so I fight it.

I could walk across that bridge, I wouldn’t want to but I could. It require a chat between the logically side of my brain and the emotional side, generally speaking the logical side wins.

Nope. We have a couple of small footbridges and I can’t go on them if anyone else is on them. It bounces and swings too much.

I've been across the Capilano Suspension Bridge as well - once. When I was coming back across and about 3/4 of the way to safety a father and son were at the end. The son was about 10 and I could hear the father yell - GO! and the son started to run across the bridge. There are very large warning signs about running on the bridge. I don't trust anyone on the bridge.

And walking across the one in Portugal is a hard NO!

Nope.

Hard pass for me, too. Jinx, would this match your decor?

😂

I showed that to DH last evening. Our first response was a unified NO. Then, after watching the clip - a maybe. The side rails come up high enough I might not succumb to vertigo. I'm just not sure, but have no trips planned to Portugal to find out.

oye.

I think I would cross it without hesitation. I’ll go with Bunny. 👯‍♀️

I did ride the roller coaster on top of the Stratosphere tower in Las Vegas. And did the Leap of Faith (60 foot drop) water slide at The Atlantis resort, Paradise Island Bahamas.

H*ll no. I have inner ear and balance problems, even on ordinary surfaces. If I ever were put on a bridge like that, I probably will jump, just to stop the trauma of dizziness.

We did Capilano Suspension Bridge, no prob. What I don't care for are the elevated walkways that are clear glass underfoot. yikes Think it was near Lake Louise.

I believe the video portrays heights...hard no...I have nightmares every night

I couldn’t participate in this either. This is a swimming pool in a high rise building.

I am not even going to click on the link. I know it will make me dizzy!

That looks like fun to me!!! Getting a plane to Portugal? Nope.

That swimming pool. Nooooooo. 😬

I am this man; this man is me:

Nope, Nope, Nope, Nope, Nope, Nope, Nope.

You couldn't pay me.

Ida, you’ve compelled me to share a very embarrassing story.

DH and I were at the state park recently and free climbed up the rocks/cliffs. It was a few feet away (maybe 5-6 ft) from another cliff and we were going to jump across, because it led to an easier climb up to where we parked. Keep in mind I was wearing regular walking shoes with soles not suited to rock climbing. At the top, he jumped to the next cliff, but I stood there and very stupidly looked down. Wayyyy down to the rocky ground. And froze in a sudden panic. I got dizzy, sweaty palms, racing heart, and told him no. Not jumping. I actually sat down and held on to a tree branch next to me. I was paralyzed with fear. But the thing is, getting down off the cliff I was on would’ve been even scarier ... so I felt completely doomed and they’d have to get a helicopter for me. He very calmly and lovingly talked me through it and I finally jumped. Whew. I have never, ever felt that way hiking or climbing and I was so mad at myself. I’m a very competitive, very “I WILL do this, I can do anything, stand back!” personality, but you’re right. I need to work on accepting that comfort zones can be ok sometimes, too! :)

Oh, Jinx, I've been there too many times myself. When hiking with my dad a few years back, we were scrambling up a mesa and I found myself perched on a ledge at one point and felt I could neither go up nor down. Like you, I envisioned some ridiculously dramatic backcountry rescue becoming necessary, but my dad talked me through it and I was eventually able to move on up. It was so scary though, and it's such a helpless feeling. Having a pack on one's back seems to compound the ability to move at times too.

I experienced this again at Chaco Canyon, where I wanted to show DH a mesa top trail that I'd enjoyed years before. It required yet another scramble up a steep rock face, and he was able to move up it. I reached that place and although I'd done it on a previous trip, I could not this time. My legs felt like spaghetti noodles, and my heart raced so badly that I began to feel lightheaded. I will never forget just sitting on that rock and sobbing. I longed to do it, but my body said no.

DH came down, we went down the trail, and embarked on a different one. We ended up having an amazing hike, albeit not the one we'd planned, but it was a very humbling experience.

A couple of weeks ago we hiked all the way to the very top of Mesa de Anguilla in BBNP. Here I am pointing to the top, saying, "hey! We went up there!". It was a challenge for me, and took me outside my comfort zone at times, but I did it! I think sometimes it's worth the push, but other times I realize I will not be able to make myself continue on. And that's ok. 🙂

Pretty sweet view from the top ... looking way down into Mexico.

Aww, love that! ❤️

I once lost my cell phone which fell into the wall behind the fireplace, which was only accessible through the attic. (How it all happened is a story for another day.)

After trying to retrieve it for nearly a day, I was telling my friends and neighbors all about it. One of my neighbors said she wanted to try to retrieve it and climbed up the attic stairs.

But she never told me she has a fear of heights, which included attics. She couldn’t bring herself to climb down the attic stairs.

Now I had not only a phone that no one could access, but also a woman sitting at the top of the attic stairs frantic with fear and refusing to get down. After a few hours of talking to her and trying to keep her calm, I had to call the firefighters. In the meantime, I imagined having to feed and house her in the attic.

The firefighters finally came and got her down.

Oh, nuts, your poor neighbor! It’s such an awful feeling.

“Feed and house her in the attic” — that cracked me up. 😂

I too have a fear of heights...not really heights as much as falling or slipping and ending up over the edge. I walked on a pedestrian suspension bridge over a river, no problem as the sides came up high enough and it felt very secure. But walking along a knife edge in ND, I was unable to do it. When I was younger it wasn't an issue...I still remember dangling my feet into the grand canyon. But with age, and I attribute it to an active imagination, I can get fearful of what I could see happening in my mind's eye.

It certainly helps to have someone patient who can coax you. One rock scramble I was on, the only way I got up it was to say out loud, "I can't take another step", and then I did until finally I didn't have to worry any more and I'd made it.

The last time DH and I went skiing, I got to the top of a mountain and could not make myself ski down. I felt like I was going to pitch forward and go down literally head over heels. I’m not a great skier, but I was adequate. I finally took my skis off and walked down. I told DH I would go with him any time he wanted to go, but I wasn’t skiing. I said I would sit on the condo balcony reading trashy novels and drinking Bloody Marys while he skied. We’ve never been skiing again.

I don’t like heights at all, but I don’t get the sensation of height in an airplane, which I think is odd.

I have some Yes ... Yes ... Yes news! Getting the you know what shot on Tues!

Be watching the news, because:

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🤣

I definitely have my hangups too. I don't have an extreme fear of heights for myself, but I do on behalf of others. when hiking with a loved one, all I can think about is them stepping on a wobbly rock or loose gravel and falling over the edge (or some other similar scenario). or when mountain driving, I worry that a bad driver or a deer will cause us to make a mistake and go over the edge. I'm not that I'm worried for me, I don't want my husband to get hurt. driving by myself doesn't cause nearly so much angst.

I didn't have this problem when I was younger. I hate it so much. I love the woods but never suggest hiking as an activity because it's too stressful.

we're childfree, and I joke it's a good thing because I would be absolutely petrified all the time. or maybe I just project all those mother bear instincts onto my husband because there isn't anyone else to do that too. poor guy.

Speaking of anxiety ... had quite a bit going to get my J&J shot today. As I was waiting for it, I got all flushed and sweaty, light-headed. I don’t know why, needles have never bothered me at all before. I think I’m anxious about possible upcoming side effects. The man administering it was awesome, we were making each other laugh. He really helped my anxiety!

Anyway, it’s done! And it didn’t hurt a bit. :)

(My arm is a bit sore.)