Remember when I tried zip lining about a month ago? Even when I did it, I realized that going across a not terribly wide river at about 20 feet above the water wasn’t probably a very big zip line experience. But little did I know!
When a golf friend returned from a vacation in West Virginia recently she told the lunch group that she had ridden a zip line 350 feet above a river! Another friend chimed in that she had zip lined high up among the tree tops in a jungle in South America! And someone else mentioned that in Hawaii she had zip lined between the peaks of two mountains!
Wow. I didn’t kid myself that my zip line experience was a really big deal, but I had no idea what real zip lining must be like. I know now that my experience compared to my friends’ is like comparing Tour de France competitors with me riding a bike around my neighborhood.
But, if nothing else I am a positive thinker. So, while my friends’ experiences are impressive, I still savor being able to say I’ve zip lined — and I still enjoy the memory of the admiration my family gave me when I accomplished it.