Last week’s Q&A was: Have you ever been on a zipline? Yes or No?
The winning answer by a landslide was: NO.
I was sort of expecting this response, but it was fun to hear from those who had tried it—especially as good memories of their childhood. My first ZIP LINE adventure was in Mexico. We’d traveled to Puerto Vallarta with our friends, Fred and Colleen. The bus drive alone was worth the price of admission, but it occurred to me when I was flying on a tiny cable across a dry riverbed at least sixty feet below that maybe I should have upped my life insurance. LOL.
Happily I survived to ZIP again—in California, which felt considerably safer. First, in the foothills near Sonora and then in Mariposa, which bills itself as the Gateway to Yosemite. We introduced Paul’s brothers and one of my sisters-in-law to the thrill of zipping. We still talk about it when we get together.
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