Our Zipline Adventure - Page 2
He wouldn't budge.
Again, he insisted that safety was a priority and that it would take more time to explain everything because of "our situation." I decided it wasn't worth getting on the wrong side of the guide so I just sat there and plastered a smile on my face. My kids looked over at me with a pained expression on their face. They clearly didn't like how the turn of events was unfolding.
We suited up and headed out to the first platform. We decided to let everyone else in the group go ahead of us. Steven, my youngest was a little scared--the platform swayed to and fro as we climbed up it and he was not too crazy about being so high up. I have to give him credit-- he held his fear in check and braved the first zip. By the second zip he was enjoying it and by the third, he loved it. We interacted with our group and learned that one family had connections with our home town area.
During the last two zips, a storm began brewing. Lightning was seen in the distance and we were hurrying along. There was no way down except to keep zipping until the end. After the last zip, we headed back to the shelter to hang up the equipment and head back to the car.
As for the guide, he learned very quickly that being deaf wasn't a hindrance and perhaps he learned that he really didn't have to hold us back as a group. All in all, we enjoyed the zipline experience-- the thrill of being high up and zipping along is something the kids will always remember.
This is an original Chicago Moms Blog post. Karen Putz blogs over at A Deaf Mom Shares Her World.