So today I heard we were going up a mountain, maybe on a hike. I didn't pay much attention as usual. After we got out of the brain flipper (aka taxi), I found out we weren't hiking. We were taking (as they call it) the Skyrail. That's the machine that takes you up a huge hill for skiing. I was majorly freaked out because of my fear of heights.
On the ride up we saw an amusement park. The ride took about ten minutes and we were moving at almost 10 mph. I almost passed out when we got off. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but I was relieved it was over.
When we got to the top we all sat down even though we didn't do anything. Later, we walked around when Maeve suddenly got altitude sickness. So Dad and Maeve stayed behind while Mom and I went ahead and took the exhausting journey higher. Pushing ourselves to climb that much higher was miraculous. It was already hard, but when it's 12,000 feet, it's a lot harder. It got so cold I had to wear two coats. There were so many different platforms. I can appreciate a view or two, but it wasn't too great. We took some photos and went on our way.
Overall, I feel we didn't really get the bang for our buck. I mean $36 for four peeps. We didn't really do much.