Go ziplining

“Our next run was a LONG climb up, so my second attempt was frighteningly high, as in seeing magnolia blooms at the TOP of trees. I couldn’t imagine stepping off that platform. I asked to go last — as if that would help. And then I stood there like a zombie, staring off into the trees hiding the next platform where Bill waited, a man who believed I had no fear. “No, I can’t,” I thought, but I walked off anyway, flying through the air like a fool but not spinning and remembering to brake the cable above my head, but this time behind me. I actually slowed the dang thing down and slipped into my guide’s arms without a problem. I don’t know who was more excited, that man or me.”

“My first ziplining experience was in North Carolina where a group of us zipped through several lines as snow softly fell. It was both exhilarating and horrifying because as much as I enjoyed flying through the winter air and viewing the gorgeous mountain scenery I kept spinning and forgetting how to brake at the other end. The guides assured me they would catch me if I failed, but the first time I screwed up my brake and rammed into the guy. Which was enough to scare anyone off the sport.”

“I zip lined at Selvaura in Monte Verde. My first time ever. The guides were great and I went for the full on experience doing Superman style and a Tarzan swing. I would do it again in heartbeat. Flying over the cloud forest like a bird was the best. I wish all ziplines are like that. The views are phonemenal from a bird’s eye view. I wish you could hang around longer on the lines to enjoy the views! It was not scary at all and I don’t like heights. Not scared but I don’t like them. The Tarzan swing was a very quick drop and then you swing like a pendulum. There was no bouncing around. I also don’t like motion and the swinging made me a little dizzy but had to try it once in my life.”