Not our idea of a Sunday drive

Two summers ago we drove to the top of Pike's Peak in Colorado Springs. Mocha-momma is afraid of heights, so needless to say it was a tense ride for her. At some points in the ride (whenever the passenger side of the van was next to the edge of the road) she was nearly sitting on my lap so she didn't have to see the 10,000 foot plummet. I called my brother on the ride, because he had been there a summer or two before. He told me to tell her it's not the fall that kills you, it's the abrupt stop at the end. Humor doesn't work well when your scared silly. We made it to the top, and she loved it once we were there. Of course it was the same going down. She was a trooper though. She had already made the walk across the bridge at Royal Gorge, so this should have been a cake-walk. Anyway, when I saw this picture, it made me think of that drive. I think if we ever drove this road, wherever it is, I'd need to bring along a portable defibrillator to get her heart going again once we made it through. (if were lucky enough to make it through)