I woke up this morning really enthusiastic. We were going zip-lining, again! And this time there were going to be 7 lines instead of just 3. I was so eager to get going that I got up only 15 minutes after my alarm rang. Impressive, right? But anyway, the plan was to go to the alpine slide (which was right outside our door) and slide down to the base where the zip-lining was supposed to start. It sounded like a wonderful way to get my day started.
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| Going down snail speed |
The alpine ride actually was not fun. First of all, you had to control your speed by pushing and pulling a stick. Pulling on it just a little made the sled brake and nearly stop, but it took a lot of effort to push. My arms were sore just from pushing, and I couldn't really go that fast. Every time I loosened my grip, the lever would pull back just the tiniest bit, and I slow down really quickly. It was way too slow and not that fun at all.
The zip-line was much better. After getting
our harnesses on (and fixing our wedgies), we were all set to go. The sky was blue and the weather was great, in contrast to the supposed thunderstorm that was coming our way. I was ready to have a blast.
The first line was short, just to prepare us. The second was just a bit longer, and the third was when the party was getting started. It was an extremely long one over the treetop, and I raced my dad, beating him. It was actually a disappointing race because it was too easy. And on the fourth line, my mom beat me. By a lot. My mom laughed at me, and then we heard a grumbling noise. Looking up, we saw thick, gray clouds and we started to feel a light drizzle. Luckily, our guide said that we could keep going since there was still no lightning, only thunder. So thankfully, we kept going.
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| Jasmine and I |
For the fifth line, I was racing Jasmine. That was unfair, because she was smaller and had way less momentum. So our guide gave her a big push before we both started off, and Jasmine ended up far ahead of me. I straightened out into a streamline position with my head tucked, and felt the wind whizzing by my face. Gleefully, I noted that I was catching up. As I passed her, I yelled, "Hey Jasmine!" and heard her cry out furiously. But it was too late for her to catch up; I had already won. All of a sudden, I felt the rain come down harder and faster. Before we could get on our fifth line, we were told to go find shelter. So we went and hid in a shed, which thankfully was close by so we didn't have to take cover under the trees.
After five more minutes of the rain getting heavier and heavier, we were told that a truck would pick us up, and we were going to miss the rest of our tour. And very sadly, we walked down a hill to climb into the truck, with our big white marshmallow-like ponchos.
The highlight of my day was next. We went into town, looking for food. There were two choices for lunch: huckleberry and raspberry pie or crepes. My decision was crepes of course, because first of all, they were French. And second of all, I'd never tried them before. So crepes it was.
We arrived at a cozy little store, with a huge list of both savory and sweet crepes. My eyes were immediately drawn to the dark chocolate and fresh strawberries one, and I knew that I had to have it. So I did. And so did my mom, coincidentally. It was delicious. Just the right amount of sweetness in the dark chocolate (I only eat dark) and the strawberries were as fresh as can be. It was the perfect combination, and I felt happy eating it although I could feel my stomach growing bigger with each tasteful bite. My mom had also ordered a cappuccino, and that was the best I'd ever had. The whole experience was just awesome. But it left me pondering, are all crepes this good or is it just this place? Anyway, we were all ready to go back for breakfast in the morning.
Next we had the Aerial Adventure Park. It was basically a huge obstacle course in the air. I was excited yet nervous, because although I'm not scared of heights, I'm not a big fan of them either. And climbing just isn't my thing. But worst of all, I was practically alone. My dad and Jasmine were literally born climbers, and my mom wasn't going, so I was Chicken Little stuck among mountain goats. It was unfortunate.
I started out on yellow, the easiest trail. My favorite part was clipping and unclipping the harness onto the safety wires, which was kind of dumb because there was no action doing that. But it was the safest part. The obstacles were pretty easy, with wires to hold onto on both sides. I squeezed them so tightly that my hands turned red. The only thing that really scared me was the unbalanced one, where the footholds shifted and turned. I didn't have good balance to begin with, and moving footholds didn't do much to help. But I went by the yellow pretty easily, other than getting stuck on the tiny zip-line (that was embarrassing) after I'd told myself that there was no way I got stuck. But I got off of it easily enough.
Next was green. It wasn't much of an upgrade from yellow, but just wondering, how the heck do people tightrope? I held onto the safety wire for dear life when I was in the tightrope, wobbling on each step and glancing down fearfully. I'm not even that scared of heights, but I didn't like it one bit. After that it was easy breezy, until one of the log walks. It was only one log to get across the open air, but the safety wires were spread out so that I'd have to walk a step with only one hand holding a wire. Okay, that doesn't sound that scary but it was. Trust me. I took one step with one hand on the wire, the other one wandering around in front of me aimlessly, trying to clutch onto something, anything. I shifted a foot forward, and lunged forward to grab the wire while the log shifted beneath me. I had barely made it, and it was time for me to let go of my other hand. And this time, I just couldn't do it. My hand came free, but I couldn't move my feet. The log tilted wider and wider with each swing, yet I still couldn't move. I was, you could say, "frozen to the spot". It freaked me out. Finally, heart pounding, I mustered enough courage to stick a shaky foot out ahead of me and again lunge to the safety wire. The log was swinging a ton, but I was holding on with both hands. I nearly ran the rest of the way, and jumped onto the sturdy platform. That was the worst obstacle yet. And the next one only made my knees shakier.
The next was a standing swing, and I watched as an adult before me slammed his ankles onto the platform. Ouch. I definitely did not want to do that. I freaked out again, and my hands sweated buckets as I grabbed on fearfully to the swing and took off. Fortunately, I didn't hurt myself, and it was over in a millisecond. And that was it. The rest was easy peasy, and I did it fine (though not as good as my dad and Jasmine). after that, though, Jasmine and my dad wanted to do a blue trail. And I did not. I'd rather go on a green than a blue. So I did. I took another green trail by myself while Jasmine and my dad did a blue one that I was too afraid to do. This green one was better, without scary obstacles like the last. It was probably my favorite one out of all of the ones that I'd done so far. Watching my dad and Jasmine do the blue one, I did not regret not going on it at all. I was actually really glad that I didn't agree to go on it. Green was enough for me. When we finished, the park closed down, and we took a lift back to our room. It had been a day of fun, fun, and more fun.
After five more minutes of the rain getting heavier and heavier, we were told that a truck would pick us up, and we were going to miss the rest of our tour. And very sadly, we walked down a hill to climb into the truck, with our big white marshmallow-like ponchos.
The highlight of my day was next. We went into town, looking for food. There were two choices for lunch: huckleberry and raspberry pie or crepes. My decision was crepes of course, because first of all, they were French. And second of all, I'd never tried them before. So crepes it was.
We arrived at a cozy little store, with a huge list of both savory and sweet crepes. My eyes were immediately drawn to the dark chocolate and fresh strawberries one, and I knew that I had to have it. So I did. And so did my mom, coincidentally. It was delicious. Just the right amount of sweetness in the dark chocolate (I only eat dark) and the strawberries were as fresh as can be. It was the perfect combination, and I felt happy eating it although I could feel my stomach growing bigger with each tasteful bite. My mom had also ordered a cappuccino, and that was the best I'd ever had. The whole experience was just awesome. But it left me pondering, are all crepes this good or is it just this place? Anyway, we were all ready to go back for breakfast in the morning.
Next we had the Aerial Adventure Park. It was basically a huge obstacle course in the air. I was excited yet nervous, because although I'm not scared of heights, I'm not a big fan of them either. And climbing just isn't my thing. But worst of all, I was practically alone. My dad and Jasmine were literally born climbers, and my mom wasn't going, so I was Chicken Little stuck among mountain goats. It was unfortunate.
I started out on yellow, the easiest trail. My favorite part was clipping and unclipping the harness onto the safety wires, which was kind of dumb because there was no action doing that. But it was the safest part. The obstacles were pretty easy, with wires to hold onto on both sides. I squeezed them so tightly that my hands turned red. The only thing that really scared me was the unbalanced one, where the footholds shifted and turned. I didn't have good balance to begin with, and moving footholds didn't do much to help. But I went by the yellow pretty easily, other than getting stuck on the tiny zip-line (that was embarrassing) after I'd told myself that there was no way I got stuck. But I got off of it easily enough.
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| On an obstacle |
The next was a standing swing, and I watched as an adult before me slammed his ankles onto the platform. Ouch. I definitely did not want to do that. I freaked out again, and my hands sweated buckets as I grabbed on fearfully to the swing and took off. Fortunately, I didn't hurt myself, and it was over in a millisecond. And that was it. The rest was easy peasy, and I did it fine (though not as good as my dad and Jasmine). after that, though, Jasmine and my dad wanted to do a blue trail. And I did not. I'd rather go on a green than a blue. So I did. I took another green trail by myself while Jasmine and my dad did a blue one that I was too afraid to do. This green one was better, without scary obstacles like the last. It was probably my favorite one out of all of the ones that I'd done so far. Watching my dad and Jasmine do the blue one, I did not regret not going on it at all. I was actually really glad that I didn't agree to go on it. Green was enough for me. When we finished, the park closed down, and we took a lift back to our room. It had been a day of fun, fun, and more fun.
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