by Cindy
On a recent family trip to Utah, we stayed at a really cool ranch resort that offered many fun activities. I knew I would enjoy the pool (even did the water slide), tennis courts, miniature golf and ping pong, but I wasn’t into the horseback riding, rock wall climbing, trampoline bungee or ATVs.

For some unknown reason though, I took an interest in the zipline. My eight year old granddaughter definitely wanted to ride, so I said I would go with her.

Well, an instructor suited our group up (which included three little girls and me) with helmets and harnesses. The next challenge was to walk up multiple flights of steps to get to the top of the building. Wow, I wondered why I was the only one out of breath?

Lots of giggling coming from my little companions and they were discussing (almost arguing) who could go first. I was trying to think up an excuse how to head back down the steps. But I didn’t want them to think there was anything to be nervous about, so we all cheered my granddaughter on, as she won the first spot to go. She did great.

I cheered the next two young ladies on. They all did great! Well, it was my turn. I was nervous. It just is not natural to step off a tall structure, but as I looked across the way and saw those three little girls waiting for me to take my turn on the zipline, I stepped off!

Once I sat down in the harness and realized I didn’t have to hold on for dear life, it was actually ok. I was a little shakey climbing down the ladder, but as I stepped back on the ground and took my granddaughter’s hand, I was glad I did it!