After my trip to Washington, DC, the boys and I flew down to St. Louis for my husband’s grandmother’s 90th birthday. Chris’ family is a lively group and always a lot of fun to be with. It is also always so nice for the boys to see all of their cousins. When we arrived, we decided to see the Arch in downtown St. Louis. I had never been to the Arch, but have seen several pictures. I was in awe when I stood underneath this magnificent monument. It was far more beautiful in person. I forgot to bring my camera this trip, but was able to take some photos with my iPhone. So beautiful!!!
My husband purchased tickets for all of us to go up to the top with his brother and family. I was really excited to get up there…until I got in line and saw how small the elevator doors were.This door may look big to you, but trust me when I say it’s tiny…it’s TINY. I was a little worried what I might find behind that door and actually took an ativan just a few minutes before the door opened, hoping that my claustrophobia wouldn’t keep me from going up to the top with our kids. And then the doors opened…I knew right away that there was absolutely NO WAY that I was climbing into this little capsule with four other people on a 4 minute journey to the top. I quickly hid my fear from the boys and quietly told Chris that I was going to stay behind. I took this picture of Finn after he climbed in and I just love the look on his face!O…K…where is this thing taking me, mommy?
The boys had a great time being 630 feet up in the sky and safely made it back down.
When we arrived at Chris’ aunt and uncle’s house, they told us that these capsules sometimes get stuck in the arch and it has taken hours to get people down! Oh dear G*d!! Let’s just say, we will never be going up there again. Standing safely underneath…taking pictures is just as fun!