I am deathly afraid of heights. Until recently, even driving on winding roads with a drop-off was enough to nearly induce a panic attack.
So it stands to reason that I would not be standing on a wobbly, though secure, wooden platform 22 feet off the ground, preparing to jump into mid-air.
But here I am, with six other journalists from various publications in Southwest Washington. It’s a fun group, with a few of the more experienced, “zippers” cracking jokes about past experiences.
I am very nervous but doing my best not to show it. Just two days before, I went zip lining in Mazatlan, Mexico, and survived just fine, so I keep telling myself this as I watch others zip across the first line, which is 100 feet long.
Mark Kelly, a guide with Skamania Lodge Zip Line Tour, jokes that the most dangerous part of the tour is the walk there. As if to emphasize his point, I almost trip over a tree root near the first zip platform.