Today’s paper had an article on all the places to zip line in North Carolina. I love anything that gets me up in the air, so the article really got me excited. I have a feeling I’ll never get to zip line, though. I’m not sure it’s the best activity for someone with funky joints, but I can dream.
It reminds me of my hang gliding adventure years ago. In Keeper of the Light, I’d written about the Outer Banks’ beautiful Jockey’s Ridge, where hang gliders sail above the enormous dunes. It looked effortless and I knew I wanted to try it. I’m so unathletic, though. The flying itself wasn’t my problem. It was the carrying-the-glider-while-trying-to-get-a-running-start-in-sand that presented the snag. My friends had a good laugh at my expense, but I did get airborne for a short flight across the sand. I’ll never forget that weightless and wonderful feeling.
Zip lining, though? Not sure. How about you? What is it you long to do?