According to the pamphlet, we were in store for “thrill-filled circuits of rope swings, wobbly bridges, tightropes, ladders, swinging logs and zip lines [that] create [an] exhilarating, suspended obstacle courses for all ages.” All this while strapped into a harness and strung up 60 feet in the air. It was liberating. Like ski slopes, they had blue, green, red and black levels to denote the level of difficulty and distance from the ground. I do have a fear of heights which makes this activity that much more exhilarating. Most of the time I focused on the tree ahead of me and where the safety line was lashed/bolted to the tree. Looking down made it worse so I just tried not to do it.
|This is my bad ass look.|
|This challenge was the hardest for me to navigate. Zapped a lot of strength.|
The zip lines are basically where you take a break from the hard stuff and trust your equipment. They got longer and higher as the course progressed. Those initial few were quite a challenge for me because it's not like you are sitting in a sling. There is a "pulley" that is thethered to your harness and you clip that on to the line as well as your safety clips. But that's it--your butt is just hanging out there and you have to sit back, extending your legs and arms as you rocket into a cushion attached to the tree.
I know this sounds ridiculous but when I got scared or doubtful, I just remembered that I'd given birth to another human being so this obstacle course was a cake walk comparatively. I definitely felt braver once I internalized that. (Not that everyone has to have a baby to know what they're capable of but it really helped me.)
We successfully navigated the entire course.
After returning to the hotel and getting cleaned up, we wandered out to the harbour where on a barge was a stunt bike exhibition. While rave-like music blared from the stage, riders jumped and flipped through the air. We were dressed up for dinner and didn't quite fit in with the crowd filled with grungy, overtly tattooed 20-somethings with a thirst for Molson Beer.
We concluded our night with a quiet celebratory dinner at a quaint Italian restaurant called Cafe Brio. It was cool because they did half orders of the entrees so you could try more than one thing. Stay away from the duck, too dry and salty, but the Beef Pasta dish was sublime.
Our trip to Victoria was wonderful in every way. Ken will tell you it was too cold but I would say the 60 degree temperature was just right and no precipitation--so perfect. Canadians are super nice and I love the way they say "sorry" with the long 'o'. On the Victoria Clipper ride back, we sat next to some retired vacationing Australians who hit it off with Ken and chatted about Australia and computers. Other than being completely exhausted, I was mentally refreshed and can't wait for our next adults-only trip.