Last week, just before our anniversary trip, he got the report from his doctor that his heart had returned to normal function and he could begin conditioning himself back to activities more strenuous than solitaire and Candy Crush.
Apparently, that’s what he’d been waiting to hear because he’d saved his birthday money and when I asked him what all he wanted to do while we were hiding away in a little cabin on Blueberry Hill and playing tourist barely twenty miles from home, he decided on ziplining.
No, it doesn’t require any great athletic skill, and no it’s really not that strenuous, but ziplining? I’ve seen the pictures and a few videos and while the concept was intriguing, the actual idea of hanging on for dear life to a cable and a harness while brushing by trees and then having the ground rush up to meet you in a sudden stop was not on my list of anniversary activities.
I mean, seriously, I figured he’d still be recovering and we’d paint pottery because it’s a nice, quiet activity.
Ha. Instead, he took me over to Sunburst Stables, which is North Georgia’s premier place for ziplining. Seven zips, several 1000 feet long or more, one through a cave and 200 feet of darkness, all located in the woods and hill top pastures of a local family’s farm. We could have ridden horses instead. They’d have even packed a lunch for us. But no, zipping it was.
I was terrified. Not in a “there’s no way I’m doing this” way, but more in a “I can’t believe we’re both doing this and there’s four children at home waiting on us to come back.”
Sometimes life is scarier when you have kids.
Our guides were great. They were young college guys who boasted confidence and humor and assured us and the father/son duo with us, that the cables were designed to hold 14,000 pounds and weren’t going anywhere. They told us Sunburst has never had an injury, that the youngest zipliner ever was not quite 2 and the oldest was 92. They explained how to slow down (yeah, like I was going to touch that wire for anything) and they explained how they control the stop, so there’s no way to miss it.
All that I was still jumpy.
We opened with a short zip. Okay, got my bearings on how this is going to go. The next line was twice as long as the first and I think I kept my eyes closed the whole time. At any rate, I don’t remember much. But at the third line we were joined by the photographer, who happens to be the family’s oldest son, and his younger sister, who happens to be attending school in the fall with my girls.
It took a five year old to put me at ease.
She was funny, answering questions about how she likes to zip, and telling us how she can’t go on the cave line alone because she doesn’t weigh enough (not a problem I have for sure). She was teasing and being silly with the guides like they were another pair of brothers, and on our fourth zip, she informed me it was my turn to go first and I better get up there. (I’d been waiting until last each time.)
It was like having one of my daughters there, and I know they’d have been doing the same thing. Youth knows no fear and my girls would have all but pushed me off that platform if they’d sensed mine.
By the fifth and sixth runs, I was watching the scenery speed by and appreciating the beauty of where we live and call home in a whole new way.
But honestly, I didn’t realize that I had been enjoying myself until I saw the pictures.
Apparently I’d been smiling.
The last zip was over a lake with a fountain and you go with a partner and the likelihood that one of you will get wet. I left that to my husband because after all, this was his idea.
Definitely one of his better ones.
For more information on Sunburst Stables and all their great activities for families, couples, and anyone looking for an adventure in North Georgia, click here.
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