Finally, I can take arched bridges with relative ease. Only took, well, since about 1980. That’s, uh, 35 years or thereabouts. Have yet to try the one to Corpus, however.
Got to do it most days to get up the Highway 183 overpass, north of the rancho, so I’ve had plenty of practice staring at the white lines instead of looking from side to side. Now I can look over the side. Long as I’m not too close, of course.
I still try to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Some phobias never die.