See How Easily You can Conquer Your Fear of Heights

I'm not sure what drew me to the tram. I looked so peaceful, so pretty, and, well, fun. I decided that I was going to ride the tram when our ship docked at Juneau.

Now, you're probably thinking, why would someone who has a problem with heights even contemplate riding such a thing? Well, I'm not too sure either. Maybe it was the scenery. Maybe it's the fact that I'm from Florida and I didn't have a clue how high real mountains are.

At any rate, I had made up my mind that I was going to ride that tram once I got to Juneau, Alaska.

My vacation started in Fairbanks and went southward. I saw breathtaking scenery everywhere, which was nearly all mountains. I happily snapped picture after picture. Naturally, for this Florida girl, my favorites photos were scenes of beautiful mountainous landscape.

It still hadn't sunk in yet that that's what was waiting for me in Juneau.

Early on a Thursday morning, I went up to the ship's restaurant to eat my breakfast. I chose a seat next to a window so I could look outside and see what the city had to offer.

From my view in the ship, Juneau was a pretty place and I liked it immediately. The city seemed crammed in between jagged green peaks. I went back to my room and grabbed my camera so I could take more pictures of mountains.

I couldn't wait to disembark, snap some really good photos, and find the tram station for my cable car ride.

Then, as I was walking along the docks, I saw a tram car go up. And up. And up. I thought, oh, my gosh, what had I been thinking?

I had came to Alaska on vacation with a group of friends. Before we left Florida, three others in our group had agreed to ride the tram car with me after I told them how great it would be. There they were, happily running towards the tram station. And there I was. Walking. Very. Slowly.

My mind was spinning wheels as I was walking towards the station. I have to admit, it would have been easy to just say forget it. I don't think anyone in my group would have bothered me about changing my mind.

I had been wanting to ride up that mountain for so long, 1 year and 4,500 miles to be exact. In fact, it's that time and distance that had inspired everything I'd done in Alaska up to that point. My vacation motto had been: "do everything you want to while you're in Alaska, because you may never have the opportunity to visit again."

Man, why had I ever thought this was a good idea?

Also, my curiosity was piqued. I really wanted to see what was at the top of that mountain.

Would I be 90 years old wishing I had ridden that cable car up Mount Roberts? Who knew? But I didn't want to spend the rest of my life wondering what it would have been like and regretting my decision to stay planted on the ground.

So I took the plunge, bought a ticket, and hopped in the tram car before I could change my mind.

The tram car went very nearly straight up out of the station, and there was no time to think. Before I knew it, I was halfway up the mountain. I gingerly looked out the window. My cruise ship looked like a toy.

Was I nervous? Heck, yeah. But then suddenly I realized we were at the top.

As I stepped out onto the landing platform and looked out, it seemed as if I could walk out onto a cloud there at the top of Mt. Roberts. It was absolutely stunning being this high.

In all my pre-vacation research and planning, I hadn't known there was also a community theater at the top of the mountain. Local musicians were having a concert that morning, and they were great!

One of the animals that I had wanted to see on my trip to Alaska was an eagle, and I hadn't seen one yet on my journey. After the concert, I wandered outside to explore everything there was to see. Inside a small building I found an eagle! It had been injured and was recuperating at the shelter. It was in captivity, not in the wild, but, still, I got to see my eagle. Also, I got a better picture of him than I ever would have if he'd been flying free.

Do I still get nervous if I'm up high? Sometimes, but I know that I'll be fine.

By sailing up Mt. Roberts in a cable car, I was rewarded with a lifetime of great memories, and the satisfaction of overcoming my fear of heights.