Monday, September 5,2011...commonly known here in the USA as Labor Day. For me, this Labor Day, was not about celebrating unions and organized labor (I guess it never has been), nor was it about completing some massive project at home, nor vacationing (although I guess technically I was on a "mini" vacation), nor was it about getting together with family and friends for a cookout. Today was about conquering a fear I have struggled with for nearly 4 decades. From early childhood, I have had gephyrophobia, a fear of bridges. Mainly tall open bridges. Street level bridges through town don't bother me at all, but something about being elevated high above a large body of water is just something that I would prefer to avoid at all costs. I walked the Blue Water Bridge across to Canada in the 70's with the Girl Scouts, once. It was not at all an enjoyable experience.
For years I was not able to even drive across the Blue Water Bridge, let alone the Mackinac Bridge, and would either have to close my eyes and breathe deeply or distract myself in other ways. My friend Carolyn would keep me busy with scratch off lottery tickets for our occasional jaunts to Sarnia! But, in January of 2008, that all changed. While on vacation in coastal South Carolina and Georgia, I was unexpectedly challenged with not one, but two, large bridges. The first was the Sidney Lanier Bridge that I suddenly found myself on while on route to Jekyll Island from St. Simon's Island. I know, I know, it's an island what did I expect! Unfortunately, I didn't realize I was heading there on THIS bridge until it was too late to turn around. Ditto for the Arthur Ravanel Bridge in Charleston. Lots of deep breaths and white knuckle steering got me over it. So I began to wonder, could my fears be conquered? So, I set a plan. In June 2009, I went to Niagara Falls, Ontario for a long weekend. And I did not chicken out by driving down to Marine City to take the ferry over to Canada, but rather drove the Blue Water Bridge, and in fact was ok with the fact that I was stuck in traffic for the better part of an hour, high above the St. Clair River. So, my next challenge was if I could navigate the Mackinac Bridge. And in July 2010, on the way to Isle Royale, I did just that! Now, I wasn't calm at all going across and to be frankly honest I was terrified the whole 5 miles and it was all I could do to stay calm and not cry, and no, I am not a crybaby and it really takes a lot to get me to that point! The trip home was actually....enjoyable! So, I began to think, perhaps, maybe I had this gephyrophobia thing in the bag. I figured there was only one way to find out for sure....WALK the Mackinac Bridge on the only day of the year it is permitted, Labor Day. So, almost a year before I took those first physical steps across, I began to plan.
The night before, I filled by backpack up with
After some photos, I began to follow the masses of people who were being unloaded off of the many buses that were starting to unload in the park. The folks from the Bridge Authority were very good at proper signage with flashing lights and so forth to point the way to the starting line.
I turned to my right to see the flood of headlights coming toward St. Ignace on the bridge from the Lower Peninsula. It was rather impressive.
Upon reaching I 75 and the toll booths, Michigan State Policemen and National Guardsmen made the crowd stop until a large group was amassed and traffic was halted to allow us to cross.