A few months back we bought a Groupon for a zip line tour, primarily because the company would allow Ethan and Laurel to go even as young as they are. Greg and I went once and enjoyed it enough we knew the kids would love it.
We tried to visit back in October with our friends when we went camping, but of course it rained right when we were supposed to zip, causing the company to cancel. Naturally, it cleared up just after our scheduled zip time.
Last week I glanced at my e-mail and found an alert from Groupon informing me that lo, this zip line Groupon would be expiring on December 5. Not one to enjoy wasting money, I gingerly approached Greg with the idea of going to the zip line over the weekend.
Needless to say, it took some creative maneuvering (read: insistently refusing to take no for an answer), but I finally convinced Greg that it would be a bully adventure to go to a zip line in frigid temperatures.
So that is what we did.
I don’t know what the temperature was when we arrived for our noon tour, but when we left around 1 p.m. the windchill was 21 degrees. I think it’s safe to say that we didn’t REALLY start feeling the chill until near the end, by which time we couldn’t get back to the shed and on our way fast enough.
It was so much fun for the kids. Ethan cackled in delight before, during, and after each zip. It was so cold the lines were slow, so several of us had to pull ourselves in at the ends of the zips because we couldn’t make it all the way. Ethan had to be ‘rescued’ by the catcher a couple of times, which he found just delightful. The guide would pull himself out on the line, grab Ethan’s legs with his, and haul him in hand-over-hand. It was great. Ethan had such a good time that on the last line, even though he was afraid to do it, he let our guide talk him into going backwards.
If you know Ethan, it is NOT as easy to convince him to do something outside his comfort zone as it is with, say, nearly all other children.
After the fun we retired back to the shed and needed help removing our equipment – it was so cold our fingers were numb. We hustled to the truck and couldn’t wait for the heat to kick in – then we moved on to a nearby barbecue restaurant for lunch. That’s when the cold really set in for me and I couldn’t get warm.
But on the way home, as we chuckled over our (mis)adventure, we agreed this is the stuff real memories are made of – that after years have gone by, we’ll almost certainly still look at each other and say, ‘Hey, remember that time when we were young and took the kids on that zip line when the windchills were sub-freezing?’
THAT is what makes memories.
Some photos from the tour: