TRAVEL THERE: JUMPING OFF INTO NOTHING AT NATURAL BRIDGE CAVERNS
Natural Bridge Caverns is an attraction in Central Texas with much more than a hole in the ground to explore.
Rambling around the southern half of the Lone Star State we found ourselves just around the corner from Natural Bridges Cavern. Having seen Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, we sort of thought we’d done the cavern thing, but I had a coupon, so we decided to check it out.
Cavern Tour vs. Zip-line
Truth be told, I checked it out online ahead of time and when I discovered they had zip-lining, then Mr. Bill developed an uncanny interest in the attraction. However, it appeared he wasn’t as interested in going down into the cavern as he was gliding above it. As we pulled into the parking lot, I handed him our coupon to the cavern. He stuck it in his pocket and asked where the zip-line was.
Gearing-up for Zip-lining
Now I’d seen zip-lining before and I thought it looked pretty fun. When Bill asked me if I would do it, I told him, “Sure.”We got directions to the zip-line area, forked over our credit card and geared up. At this point, I was actually excited. I still thought this was going to be fun. Then it was time to hook my gear up to their gear. “Who’s going first?” they asked. Bill and I looked at one another and shrugged. Then they asked who was the most afraid. Suddenly, that was me, so they hooked me in.
We started up the huge stairwell. I’d become somewhat apprehensive, but I was still all in. Then we got to the first landing, which required that I walk around an unobstructed edge with nothing to hold onto except the zipling gear which was hooked up to a cable. I’m a little acrophobic and that little phobia grew with every inch I sidled around that edge. Still, I wanted to go, so I started climbing the next flight of stairs. The problem was, my lungs didn’t go with me. By the time I got to the top I had no interest in zip-lining, but I could have done with some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Apparently, I’m not the first victim of this malady. The lady at the top gently encouraged me to get into position, but I knew that wasn’t happening. When she also figured out that it wasn’t happening, she maneuvered my gear out of the way and started getting Bill lined up to take off.
I watched Bill step onto the platform and with a gentle push, he was gone. In seconds it was over and I had to take the walk-of-shame back down the stairwell. The problem was, I still had to make it around the edge of the first platform. Don’t tell anyone, but I thought I’d die before it was over. I didn’t, but tell that to my pounding heart.
At the bottom they removed my gear and sent me back to the ticket booth. I had been a chicken. Stepping off into nothing was just not something I could do. Bill loved it and he loves me, so he didn’t give me too much of a tough time.
We wandered back to the cavern desk and the next tour was forty minutes away. We decided to save the cavern for another day – you know, the one where we come back and eat at The Gristmill in Gruene? On to San Antonio! Come back next week and see what we visited first!