I have a few phobias as most people do. I really really hate spiders. I really, really, really hate heights. And I have a love/hate relationship with water.
3rd grade summer camp...they attempted to teach me to swim...they did not succeed in even getting me to float. I am that deathly afraid of water deeper than my knees. I like being near water and wading but that's it. I preferred sprinklers to swimming pools as a kid. Wading pools are ok though :-)
Part of hating heights is also hating bridges and overpasses. Both of which I have had to deal with, some on a daily basis. My way to do it is to look at the road and only at the road, if I look anywhere else my stomach does flips and my knees become jello.
So here's what happened the other day when I decided to go out for dinner. A storm was brewing and I knew I would not get done eating before the rain came so I tried to park in the area behind the restaurant. Sadly it was all filled. So I had to use the parking area to the side which means I had to cross a wooden bridge like the one in the photo above. Its about 20 feet long and about 6 feet above the bottom of the ditch, or as they call it here, gully. Normally this is no problem as it is a grassy ditch and the bridge is sturdy.
But then the rains came. And thunder. And lightening. I love a good thunderstorm. But not so much when I went to leave after the rain let up. That gully is for water runoff. And it was now full...2 to 4 inches below the bridge full, meaning 6 feet deep full.
As if that was not bad enough, the water was not just sitting there. Oh, no...it looked like this...
Thank goodness the spaces between the boards were too small to see anything. But on a bridge that is only 4 feet wide it is hard not to see the water rushing from one side to the other. I made it, but boy was my heart pounding!
I've had my quota of bridges and deep water this year.