Glass-bottomed walkway/balcony overlooking a hundreds-of-feet-deep canyon?
Hmmm…no.
I can appreciate the beauty of the Grand Canyon as I have for years: from the railing.
Not only would I walk on it, but at the apex of the curve, I’d squat down and do the Russian Stomp Dance [not its real name – Ed.] just to freak everyone out.
This thing will provide many wonderful opportunities for delicious, yet entirely harmless, evil hijinks. I approve.
I’d be copying ivylass’ deathgrip on the railing, but that would be too cool an experience to pass up.
OTOH, if they can’t find an insurer, then count me out.
That’s interesting. Looks like a decimal misplacement to me, then.
If it’s anything like the glass floor in the CN Tower in Toronto I’ll be crawling on my hands and knees, a minute or two after saying a prayer. And I’m not even religious.
where do I sign up ?!
and are there any volunteers to hold my hand ?
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4,000 feet? Even if it didn’t cost 25 dollars I wouldn’t go near that thing.
walks away, shaking
Hells yea - and I would enjoy it!
Not only could I not walk on it (or even walk up to the edge of it), I couldn’t even watch other people walking on it without feeling sick to my stomach and experiencing vertigo. If I set foot on the thing, the earth would suddenly produce a highly localized gravity vortex that would elevate my weight to 720,001 pounds, sending me rocketing to the canyon bottom in a hail of glass shards, where my remains would be impaled on the railing remnants.
NO-NO-NO! :eek:
Never, never, never. I imagine my screams of panic would ruin the experience for everyone else. I get sick to my stomach even with those see-through staircases. (I’m getting a little woozy sitting here in my chair, on the first floor, just thinking about it.) Even though I know there is no logical way I could slip through the space–it doesn’t matter. The effect with this walkway would be similar.
It’s probably so that people who can’t be bothered to walk 50 yards can drive around it in their SUVs.
Hmmm… yes, I think I’d take that walk.
I usually have to pay a heck of a lot more than $25 to get 4,000 feet off the ground.
I’d have to try. But I wouldn’t guarantee that I’d make it. I don’t care for extreme heights.
I’d do it. Hell, I’d roller skate across it.
Cool. Er, I know instinctual fears are not easy to reason with, but come on: a fall of 4,000 feet is no worse than a fall of 100 feet. Me, as long as I can tell that the thing feels solid, I’d probably have no problem.
I wonder how they’re going to keep the flooring from getting scuffed. (Couldn’t open the link to the Las Vegas Review Journal, if they discussed it there.)
But it’s not the fall that worries me. 
I am not afraid of heights, and I am not one to give in to irrational fears (especially when friends are watching), but I just could not take a step down that glass staircase. Half of my brain knew that a solid surface would be underfoot and that there was no way for me to fall, but the other half kept yelling “you’re five stories up and about to step onto nothing!” I guess I should find it reassuring to know that my self-preservation instinct is so strong.
Whenever I think about it, I think of Indiana Jones in The Last Crusade: when he has to take the “leap of faith” onto the rock walkway that looks like it isn’t there (suspended over the cavernous chasm). At the time I think I even tried humming the Raiders of the Lost Ark theme to myself, to kind of psych myself up, but it was a no-go. I wimped out in front of my two best friends and their then-2-year-old.
I’m leaving in a week to go float the Colorado River through the Canyon, and I can’t say I’d be psyched to turn my binoculars upwards and see… Reebok soles and nostrils.
I doubt an upskirt shot would be all that titillating at 4000 ft, anyway…