Unlike my husband and son, I am not usually a risk-taker. Zip lining was not on my list of things to do down here. Maybe it was fresh ocean air that inspired us, or maybe it was the lights and laughter from the other patrons that compelled us. But after driving by the booth on our first night in Myrtle Beach, we decided to stop and give it a try.
After a few minutes of instruction and a few more minutes where I asked every conceivable question about the safety rules, we headed up to the platform. Each flight we climbed made us a bit more giddy and excited and made our decision to zip all the more real.
The attendant arranged it so that the three of us could go at the same time. Lines were hooked, instructions were given... three... two... one... and away we went.
It was both terrifying and exhilarating experience. It was fast and it was fun.
We laughed, we zipped...we did it again.