If you know me, you know that I avoid cold environments at all costs, I’m not a fan. I don’t ski, snowboard, nor participate in anything that involves being in temperatures below 50 degrees. So, naturally, a ski chair lift is about as foreign to me as a surfboard is to an Eskimo. When planning our hike up Mt. Baldy in preparation for our Macchu Picchu trip in July (more on that later), I didn’t really take into account that we’d have to use a lift to get to the starting point of our hike. At first, I didn’t think too much of it, I figured they’d have some sort of restraint, a seatbelt or otherwise. To my surprise, and shock quite honestly, there was nothing keeping us in our seats! Our feet were just dangling in the air about 80 feet above the ground and our doom. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit terrified, and my buddy didn’t make it any better when he started rocking the chair back and forth. While the lift ride only lasted about 10 minutes, it felt like an eternity!
After our hike to the summit of Mt. Baldy and on our way down the hill on the chair lift, my not so cool friend pulled down the foot rest and lap bar. I asked him, “Was this thing here the whole time while we were on the chair lift earlier?!”, he replied laughing “Yes it was!”