They turned at the GRANDFATHER MOUNTAIN sign and drove the winding road to the top.
“I’m doing it,” Edna declared as she stared at the mile-high swinging bridge connecting two peaks. Ed felt woozy just getting out of the car at 5,946 feet above sea level. He found the safety of a nearby bench.
Edna returned exhilarated. “Wow. What a rush!”
“Me too,” Ed mumbled from the bench, barely able to speak.
Walking back, they passed a couple coming in. “How was it?” asked the man.
“It’s a rush,” Ed replied abruptly, preempting Edna and wobbling toward the car.
This 99-word story is my contribution to the March 23 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write an adventure, experienced or witnessed."