Gliders?

It was about 2010. My son Chad was approximately twenty years old. He was planning a trip and suggested one of the most exciting parts of the trip would be as a passenger on a glider flying over the windy terrain around Park City, Utah.

I suggested those vehicles are flown at the whim of the wind. I opined that one could be surprised, particularly by wind gusts that could slam a glider into the rocky side of a mountain. I said these accidents could be rather unsettling for the passenger. I thought I had placed the fear of death squarely in his heart.

Upon his return from Park City I heard him pull up to the front curb. He opened the front door and exclaimed immediately, “Dad, I did fly in a glider.” I said nothing but did have the following thought, Thank God my son has more daring than I do!

H. Robert Rubin, best-selling, Amazon memoirist and author of Look Backward Angel, How Did I Get Through This? and Please Save the Third Dance for Me , all available on Amazon.

A Second Look at Heights

It was about the summer of 2015. Kris and I were staying in an inn outside of Yellowstone National Park. Trying to mimic a cowboy, I went down to the stables of the resort to sign up for a guided tour on horseback. We were to visit the nearby Wyoming hills.

Kristine and I mounted two beautiful horses and headed into the wilderness. I looked ridiculous on a horse, as, I would have had I donned a cowboy hat.

At some point the guide about to change elevation rapidly asked if any of us were afraid of heights. I was, but, I appreciated my dilemma. I wanted to forego either: 1) embarrassing my adventurous spouse or 2) walking the snake infested hills back to the stable. I shouted to our guide at the head of the pack “I do, but, I’ll deal with it.” As Garth Brooks sang in Tony Arata’s The Dance,” …I could have missed the pain But I’d have to miss the dance.”

Heights, You Say?

It was the summer of about 2005. Our family was traveling between Denver and Santa Fe with several overnights. We were touring Mesa Verde National Park in southwest Colorado. It was a beautiful summer day.

My daughter Courtney and son-in-law Alex had not yet become parents. Chad was about fifteen years old. The park was serenely beautiful.

We reached a location in the guided tour that was a point of no return for my family. Ladders were needed to reach the next level of adobes.

It was a little disconcerting to me as I have had a fear of heights as far back as I can remember. I began climbing one ladder as Chad began climbing the ladder to my right. The next level was about a fifty to seventy five foot climb.

When I reached the second level I was exhilarated that I had momentarily overcome my fear. Chad turned to me with a pained look and said, “Dad, your ladder was shaking all the way to the top!”

H. Robert Rubin, best-selling, Amazon memoirist and author of Look Backward Angel, How Did I Get Through This? and Please Save the Third Dance for Me , all available on Amazon.