Zip-lining is just fine

“Two things fall from the sky,” my dad said when I told him I’d gone sky-diving years ago. “Bird “stuff” and dumb”stuff.”

The view down the line on one of the zip-line take-off platforms. It passed more than 10 stories over the forest floor.

Standing on a wooden platform a few stories above the jungle floor, getting ready to step off and ride a steel cable at 35 mph, I wondered what dad would have said of my zip-lining in Hawaii about two weeks ago.

Someone who loves flying, and is a bit of a daredevil when it comes to speed, I couldn’t resist the chance to go zip-lining with Lindsey, Jerrod, and my nephew, Brian Elliott. Checking around I found it was one of the safest sports on Kauai. Checking the harness system I wasn’t at all worried.

OK, so the first run off the end of a platform took a few deep breaths but after that it was full steam ahead. Man, that split-second from when you step from the platform and the bow in the cable catches you is quite the rush.

The surprise was how short the runs were, time-wise. I don’t think any of the seven runs lasted more than about 45 seconds. It took me a few runs to remember to look down, to watch the rain forest pass by 20 or so stories below.

Coming in for a landing. Looking back I wish I'd have worried less about a perfect landing and just ridden the zip-line as fast as possible.

Word has it there’s a zip-line in Africa that’s well over a mile long, at a steep angle, and the harnesses lets you zip horizontally, Superman-style. If I’m ever in that neighborhood, I’ll be sure to give that a try.

If my dad were still alive, he may have enjoyed it, too.