One thing you may not know about the Left Thumb Blogger yet is Iâ€™m terrified of open heights. Enclosed heights are no problem, but any place where there is a slightest chance, no matter how remote, of falling over the side, forget it! No way, no how!
So, what did I do Saturday?
Thanks to my childhood friend Karen and my cousin Craig, I did the zip line at Robson Square! The 550-foot zip line that goes high above Robson Square and Robson Street, with traffic whizzing by below.
(Auntie Fern and Craig with the zip line tower in the background)
But, itâ€™s not quite as simple as that sounds! Although, thanks to Karen phoning ahead and pulling whatever strings, we had an appointment for 1:30 and, thus, bypassed the 6-8 hour line up. Once again the universe even out the score for the wheelchair!
After signing a waiver, we harnessed up. Hereâ€™s one place where perfectionism is absolutely necessary!
After giving Karenâ€™s husband Alec quick directions on how to drive my scooter â€“ he was assigned with the task of driving over to the end of the zip line, the three of us began ascending the 140-foot tall free-standing tower with no elevator!
(Looking up the tower of stairs)
With Karen on my left side and Craig holding me from behind, we began the 81-stair climb, taking it one stair at a time.
I was out of breath by stair 15! We stopped every couple of platforms for a brief break and to let others pass us.
Going up didnâ€™t really bother me in terms of height because the tower was enclosed with a fabric.
Getting to the open top after our half-hour climb was another matter! One hundred and four feet is an extremely long way down! I was kinda having second thoughts; like, what the heck am I doing? and other unbloggable thoughts. But, turning back now meant going back down all 81stairs.
I sat on a folding chair to catch my breath and to let a few others go ahead. Man, my mouth was dry after that climb! That better count as my workout for an entire month!
Then it was decided that Craig – who came over from Victoria only to help but realized the plans were changing when he was handed a waiver form! â€“ should go first to have someone on the other side to help me. He tentatively stepped down the four stairs to nothingness!
I was next. (insert several unbloggable words) While the staff was hooking me to the two lines above, I was thinking Yes, Iâ€™m terrified. This is the scariest thing I have ever done! But, I can do it. I can push through my fears and survive, hopefully!
Looking out to the 550-foot line, it seemed like itâ€™d be the most alone place Iâ€™ve ever been. If something happened out, no one could quickly come to my rescue. This is definitely independence!
The staff helped me to sit down on the top stair and then to bump down the next ones before giving me a slight push. Karen shot this brief video before jumping herself:
Craig snapped this shot while I was nearing the end. Definitely not my most flattering side! Although Iâ€™m not sure itâ€™s possible to have a flattering side while careening across a line 140 feet above people and traffic!
And this shot of me likely uttering another unbloggable phrase:
I know I should have had a profound thought or revelation upon reaching the other side safely. However, in that moment, I was very relieved that I hadnâ€™t met my Maker!
Karen was next to reach the other side. We caught our breaths, unharnessed and began descending the only 40 stairs.
Thankfully Alec met us part way, and he and a staff folded their arms into the firemenâ€™s chair to take me down the remainder of the way. I never pass up the opportunity to be carried by a good-looking guy; two, even better!
We were relieved to safely reach the bottom and to greet our respective loved ones!
We had done it! We each faced our fears and survived! Thanks to Karen and Craig, I did something I never really imagine myself doing! Accomplishing this moved the line of impossibility even further away.
We each received a gift: a climbing clip with a 10% off coupon for the zip line in Whistler or New Zealand. (Letâ€™s allow our legs to stop feeling rubbery before we consider our next adventure!) For our efforts, a plaque of bravery or a bottle of champagne would have been more appropriate!
But, seriously, the Ziptrek staff were excellent! They had no qualms in me doing this and they allowed us to take our time on the stairs. We didnâ€™t feel rushed or pressured at all.
Thank you, everyone!
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