We’d aimed on going to the Aviation Museum in Pensacola. Twice. Twice we had a problem and couldn’t go. The second time, we decided to check out Fort Barrancas and the Lighthouse. Fort Barrancas was a no-go as well, though. Due to budget cuts, both it and the Aviation Museum were closed Mondays and Tuesdays.
So, we toured the Lighthouse. The house portion was small, but interesting. A lot of info on the keepers on the Lighthouse over the years, and their families. Of course, the highlight is the 200 steps up to the top.
If you plan on going, it’s not as taxing as you’d think it would be, first off. Secondly, you must wear shoes with backs. It can be sandals, as long as they won’t easily slip off your feet.
My joints were acting up and I was having a hard time of it. But, that wasn’t noticed by anyone. Why? Because as it turns out, Gavin is deathly afraid of heights. Keep in mind, this is a circular staircase the entire way up. And behind him was me and a family of 13, give or take. So, worst case scenario, he’d trip and bump into a few people, and we’d be a bit put out, and we’d continue climbing.
But phobias don’t have any room for logic. Gavin little by little climbed the stairs, clinging to the wall like he thought he was Spiderman, with me behind him sighing loudly and telling him encouraging things like “For crying out loud, Gav! Just walk up the stairs!” I’m sure the couple behind us were glad I hadn’t decided to have as many children as them, since they saw me at my finest, lovingly encouraging a child, all my skills well showcased for them. But to be fair, I was in pain, and tired, and on new medication, and Gavin was the last straw! I could get myself up the stairs, but I had nothing more to give to anyone else.
We got to the top and Gavin stayed inside the lighthouse. I got pictures so he can see what we saw. Gabe and Corbin went out onto the walk, and then went back in again. The littles and I walked around a few times, taking pictures, posing for pictures while hanging loosely onto the railing. It was breathtaking! The view was gorgeous and I’m very happy I went up.
Then we got to go back down again. This time, since I was in a hurry up and wait pattern while waiting for Gavin to creep back down the stairs, I took a few pics. One of him doing his best Spiderman, a few out the windows placed along the way. I had decided to try to have a better attitude about it.
So, to the large family that went up, and then back down, behind a scared kid and his grumpy mom, sorry. I really am nicer normally. And to the group that had to move to the middle to wait while our side went down (as per instructions from the lady we met at the beginning), I’m sorry it took roughly 30 minutes for my son to finally get past you. He’s normally MUCH, MUCH faster. (In fact, most pictures of him are of him IN THE AIR! That boy is always jumping and running around.) And to everyone else reading this and thinking you’d like to try it out…..if you’ve got someone in your party not good with heights, let them stay downstairs. They REALLY mean it, they don’t like heights.