Zip It!

Why yes, I am writing this blog from my room’s balcony while watching airplanes make water landings. After many days of cruising in the Pacific we docked in Ketchikan this morning. The stop I was the most looking forward to and dreading just a tiny bit.

I woke up this morning around 5 am and looked out our window. The landscape was gorgeous. I knew I would regret not going for my run as we pulled into town. I quickly got all my gear on and went down for a 7 mile jog. It was a very pretty vista to run around a ship to. By the way you have not been jogging until you jog on a cruise ship. Fierce winds. Rocking boat. It’s an adventure.

Now as far as the dreading part. We went zip lining today. It is something Sheri and I have always talked about doing. The only thing really standing in our way is I am a tiny bit afraid of heights. By a tiny bit I mean my stomach turns in knots and tries to explode out of my chest like an alien on steroids.

Here’s the thing though. I said long ago I wasn’t going to be stopped by things that scared me. I grew up scared of everything. I spent a lot of time as an adult trying to conquer those things which eat me up inside. This meant no more excuses. Time to zip line.

I decided I didn’t want to pick too hard of a course but I also didn’t want too easy of one. I guess it would have helped to define what those things meant before I picked our course. We ended up doing several 700 foot drops from 14 stories high. We crossed three bridges that felt like if you sneezed too hard you might catapult yourself over.

To top it all off the tree platforms swayed something fierce in the wind. At our first platform we had to wait twenty minutes while they lowered someone down who was a couple of platforms ahead because she was freaking out. This really helped my nerves.

I did it though. Every line and every bridge. I looked down as I swooped over the forest and I managed to not get myself killed. Although, I did have to dodge a woman’s foot when she forgot to brake coming into the platform. If you have never been zip lining before, might I suggest you don’t forget to brake. She did not like her stop.

Sheri and I had a great time. By the end of the tour I was cracking jokes with the guides and Sheri’s prediction that I wouldn’t look nervous in the least despite my fears ended up being true. So far the trip has been great. Read lots of books. Bought some art. Jogged a lot. Consumed lots of food. Best of all I looked fear in the eye and cracked a joke (future title of autobiography).

About csdaley

C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.

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