Wearing a plastic helmet, gloves and a harness,
you climb a mountain,
anticipating how you'll travel back down.
Soon it is time, and your heart pounds.
A man, who doesn't speak your language,
clips you onto a cable and gives you a stern nod.
Still protected by trees and a guide,
you take a few steps into open air.
you take a few steps into open air.
Your breath taken as you find yourself
zinging at warp speed into the wide open,
zinging at warp speed into the wide open,
you careen above the tree line from one mountain to another.
Zip-lining, baby!
Zip-lining amongst water falls and tropical landscape?
Zip-lining amongst water falls and tropical landscape?
Be still, my bucket-list.
After zipping back and forth above the tree-tops,
we were all feeling good. Proud, gutsy and extreme.
Until this.
This was an instrument of torture.
Zip-lining ain't got nothin' on this swing set.
This, friends, was a challenge.
Result? Swing set 1, me 0.
Check out the video, not taken by our team,
but on the same course.
Holy moly!
but on the same course.
Holy moly!
In the end, we conquered.
Please add to my credentials a diploma in extreme sports.
(Thanks to Beth and Denise for the photos!)
(Thanks to Beth and Denise for the photos!)
2 comments:
Madeline keeps begging me to do this with her - my thought it that it probably wasn't designed for fat ladies! Looks like a fabulous time :-)
Wow Rebecca, didnt realize that you were able to do this on your trip. Good for you!
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