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On a recent trip to St. Louis, my kid showed he preferred this to the Golden Arches.

Didn't come with fries and a toy, but it did include a tram ride to the clouds and a bird's eye view of a baseball stadium and a mighty river.

And now he's officially part of the statistic...

Each year, approximately a million visitors ride the trams to the top of the Gateway Arch. The trams have been in operation for over 30 years, traveling a total of 250,000 miles and carrying over 25 million passengers.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Look for the mileage stat to change because they only have one tram running to the top now.
10:45 AM
Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
Awesome photo!!! Me like.
6:12 PM
Anonymous said…
Tim---why would they change the stats now---the arch has been around for over 40 years and they still say over thirty years.

Chilly Dog
5:40 AM
Anonymous said…
Chilly Dog,

It'll be hard for one tram to take a million people to the top when it took two trams to do that job before.
6:34 AM
Brianne said…
Hey Amy, hey Amy - remember when we went up the Arch in the tram?? :) That is a great pic, too, by the way.
8:03 PM
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