John Heaton (jheaton) wrote,
John Heaton
jheaton

Gravity is a contributing factor in nearly 73 percent of all accidents involving falling

Longtime Internet pal Leigh posted today on Facebook that her son had conquered the zipline at the resort she and her family are vacationing: "Take that phobias and fears!" Yes indeed! I didn't take my first trip down a zipline until I was at least two years old than that son, and while I don't recall being all that frightened at the prospect, I'm certain that the ziplines he zipped down were considerably higher and longer than the one I zipped down at Camp Freeland Leslie. Not sure how I would've felt at his age and on those ziplines; I wasn't a particularly fearful child, but I don't know that I was particularly adventurous either.

I can tell you what did scare me, though: rappelling. The rappelling tower at Freeland Leslie was no higher than the zipline tower, but I could never bring myself to use the former. I did try it once, sort of; I climbed the ladder to the top of the tower, strapped on the harness, and approached the edge ... and then stepped away, took off the gear, and went back down the ladder. I just couldn't bring myself to jump backwards off the top. Stepping forward off the zipline tower was never a problem, forward is forward and backward is backward. Having all that empty air behind me just freaked me the hell out.

Basically, what it boils down to is that I'm afraid of falling. Heights don't bother me as long as I can perceive and believe that there are measures in place to keep me at that height. But take that away and I kind of turn to jelly. That's why I couldn't rappel; even with the harness on, once I got to the edge of the platform and turned around, I didn't trust that I wasn't going to fall. Similarly, when I visited Yosemite National Park several years ago, I was hiking up to the top of something or another, and it was going fine until I reached a point where the guard rails went away and I was left on a trail with a sheer rock face on one side and a open air on the other. I kept going as long as I could, but eventually the altitude and lack of anything preventing me from succumbing to it got to me, and I turned around. Curses!
 
Tags: manful recreation fail, social media: facebook, travel, wisconsin: camp freeland leslie
Subscribe

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 2 comments