Since I am fearful I will plummet to my death and break my front teeth each time I am in a precarious situation that involves heights like balconies, bridges, and the Georgia stadium, I’m not sure why I thought I’d be A-Ok in the Skywheel. Every time we drive by it (every day) Thomas exclaims “BIG WHEEL!” so I thought it would be fun.
|Aptly named attraction.. You are definitely in the sky.|
As Thomas put it, “WAY WAY WAY UP!” He was excited about this. I was excited that he was excited. I thought an enclosed, air-conditioned gondola-like container would make me feel perfectly safe.
|WAY up in the sky.|
So, my mom, Thomas and I boarded the Skywheel:
|I was thinking about my action plan should disaster strike: “If these doors happen to open, I will keep one arm firmly gripped to Thomas and the other to my chair so we don’t fall out. We can survive.”|
|There’s Will. Two feet firmly planted on the ground.|
|Bird’s Eye View of Myrtle Beach!|
Thomas LOVED it. It takes about 10 minutes and you go around three times. And, obviously, I lived to tell the tale.