When Austin got laid off earlier than expected from the job in Nashville we were left with trying to plan our route home in a hurry. What’s new? I had been thinking for awhile that I wanted to break the trip up into at least 3 days if possible. I took one look at the two fastest ways home and realized this was our chance to check Arkansas off our map. I picked the route through Arkansas on google maps to see what we would be near. I noticed the town Hot Springs and decided to look it up. It was perfect. Small. Out of season for tourist and only a 45 minute detour.
We decided our first day we would pack up and travel to Memphis. It was only a 3 hour drive so I figured it would be a good start to our trip. We loaded up and headed out. I don’t know what it is about staying put for a couple months but packing up after we do so always takes longer than I remember (especially if we aren’t under a time crunch). We get into Memphis with no plans except for the reservation I made at a campground there that day on our way. That is how we roll. We stayed at the Tom Sawyer RV Park in West Memphis, AR which meant unknown to us we would drive right past the new Bass Pro Shops at the Pyramid on the way. As soon as I saw it and realized it was a place I awed over on the internet when I first heard about it so I knew we had to go.
It was a Sunday and we didn’t even think about the store closing early. Luckily, we hurried inside and got on the last elevator ride of the day to the top. I have this new fear of heights that I am not to fond of and didn’t think of when we were in a hurry. Until we were headed up. Up and up we went in a glass elevator to the top of this pyramid. I had an internal panic attack and my hands were so clammy I could barely keep a grip on the camera.
We step out of the elevator onto what appeared to be concrete (thank goodness). I took a deep breathe and walked towards the door to outside. I opened the door to a beautiful sunset and a flipping glass floor. What the hell. I honestly don’t even remember now if I knew this ahead of time, but the panic set in once again. I walked along the concrete near the glass wall as Austin went straight for the glass floor. No, thank you! I go over to the furthest west side of the concrete and stand on my tippy toes so my camera lens just cleared the wire barrier. I got the shot. Ok, maybe not “the” shot, but that ish would work. I stayed on the concrete while Austin and all the other crazy people walked the glass like you couldn’t see the ground RIGHT THROUGH THE FLOOR! In my world the floor is solid. I prefer dirt or concrete. The sky deepened and the crowd started to fade. Austin tried to play a “cute” trick on me about “what if this was the last time you could kiss me?” while trying to lure me to my death (by heart attach). That didn’t work. He stepped back with me and said “oh no wonder you won’t come out, it looks much worse from here.” He continued, “when you are on the glass and look down you are over the pyramid not the ground.” Palms sweaty I ask him to take the camera and get a shot of a bridge in the distance. He refused. Really? I cook for you. I drive thousands of miles to always be with you. And you can’t take my camera out to that ledge (that you love) and snap just one photo for me. What the heck??
I wanted to see if I could get the picture so I started to inch myself out over the glass. I strategically stayed over the large beams. I prayed. I took the photo and I swiftly got my happy ass back to the concrete. There it is. I was afraid of heights in the St. Louis arch, in the truck as a passenger in Rocky Mountain National Park, and now on a glass floor only a couple hundred feet in the air. I am scared and I almost crapped my pants. Hope you like the pictures.