One of the main reasons Les and I ventured to North Carolina was to check out a theme park of his youth – Ghost Town in the Sky. After our initial disappointment of showing up on Wednesday and realizing they are only open Friday through Monday, we decided to postpone leaving the mountains by a few hours to experience what we came to do.
After making that decision, I had serious anxiety with the thought of a 20 minute ski lift ride up the side of a mountain. It’s not that I’m afraid of heights, per se – just cautious. I expressed my concerns before we bought tickets and both employees said they would much rather use the ski lift to get to the top than the trolley that drives up those twisty mountain roads. Point taken.
After breakfast threatened several return trips, it was our turn to hop on the lift. Wow – was I wrong. The ride, while terrifying for the first minute or so, turned out to be one of my highlights of the trip – not to mention conquering a fear.
The town itself was made to look like a main street of the old west. I didn’t have any expectations, so I had a great time watching the saloon girls dance and the shoot out in the street. Les had childhood memories to contend with, which we all know tend to remember things bigger and better than they may have been many, many years ago. After an hour, we had seen all we felt we wanted to and headed back down the mountain via ski lift.
I’m so glad we did it!