|The tree across the creek bit it in the ice storm, but you can see the drop!|
We took a walk and saw the 60 foot Oak tree, with the 20 foot girth that we had put the zip line around for the kids when they were young. It was over the canyon where the creek runs and at a proper angle to actually zip with sufficent speed for a fun ride. We even had a mattress at the end so smashing was softened. We had chained an old tractor seat to sit correctly over the line and decided Lize, who was six and the lightest person in the family, should go first.
Bad plan... she was too lightweight and the thing stopped over the creek, that had spikes of willow trees we had cut off for the project. She panicked and let go her hands and looked like she was going to jump the 25 feet to the creek... and the spears of willow.
I stood below her, burst into tears and coaxed, 'Baby, please, please hold on, hold on until Daddy can lasso your foot and we can pull you to this side'.
|The depth of the canyon... except it has no rocks... it is red stone/dirt.|
*This comment may be listed as one of the worst things you hope to never have to say to your child... it seems a bit irresponsible.. just a bit.
Michael frantically got a rope and successfully tossed it to her, where she carefully slipped it around her ankle while holding on with one hand.
No wonder I seem shell shocked sometimes!
*BTW, My father was afraid of heights because he always had a desire to jump... perhaps it was a genetic thing?