Sydney Bridge Climb - On Top Down Under

by Joanne Faries
(Bedford, TX, USA)

It was summer 2005 in February in Australia. Ray and I, pale from winter hibernation in Texas, thrilled at the opportunity to fly down under and see how Aussies enjoy sunshine and holiday. We planned for a year and then our three weeks flew by. Everything was exceptional, but the Sydney Bridge Climb topped our list.

Blue sky, slight wind, the day temperature was warming up, and I could feel some nervous sweat drip as I clipped on to the bridge climb line. We had passed our safety talk, donned our one-piece coverall outfit complete with hood, rid ourselves of any loose items, and secured my glasses. Now we were chained to the bridge and with a series of pulleys and gears, our group of ten followed a young guide.

We trudged along the metal framework, climbed the gradual steps, and learned the history of the bridge. Stops along the way gave us a chance to gasp at the view. Sydney Opera House gleamed to our right. The Blue Mountains beckoned in the distance. Water, boats, and the whole harbor bustled below us. Like ants, our line clinked and clanked until we reached the top of the Bridge.

Ray and I kissed and exclaimed over this dream come true. We’d made new friends, shared a fabulous experience, and believe me, our calves reminded us of our climb for days. The Sydney Harbor Bridge Climb allowed us to be on top Down Under.