Psychotic #6: Bungee Madness

I know this is sort of cheating since I completed this goal before I even started this blog, but a girl has to take what she can get. Besides, this experience was too magnificent not to pass up. It actually ended up being a total fluke that this even happened.

My mom took me on a girl’s trip to Whistler, Canada to relax and maybe see the northern lights (little did we know we weren’t even in the right place at the right time for this one). We woke up before the crack of dawn each morning to wander the empty streets of the village, courtesy of my mother waking up routinely at 4:30 every morning… without an alarm clock. It was the most peaceful thing I’ve ever experienced. It snowed every day and there were beautiful Christmas lights strung up all over the place. It was so silent all you heard was the crunch of your own boots in the snow, or the occasional squeal as one of us almost slipped and cracked our heads open on the ice-incased brick pavers. The latter of which resulted in some intense school girl giggling and very unflattering snorting.

Bunjee Madness

Our beautiful routine was interrupted by my mom asking me to pick something to do from a variety of pamphlets. We tried reserving several activities, all of which were already booked or not even available. Then I saw it, the ad for Whistler Bungee. Mom thought I was insane but agreed to it. We reserved it for that day, not a few hours later.

When the time finally came we drove out to the middle of nowhere and had to climb – ON OUR HANDS AND FEET – up a very steep hill covered in snow and ice. We wandered and waited in what looked like an abandoned hut. I didn’t think Mom would even make it across the bridge. And all I could think about was getting eaten by wolves. There were paw prints everywhere, which we later learned were from a pack of wild dogs running loose in the woods. Still terrifying.

View from the top.

View from the top

Soon enough a few kids my age showed up. They were from Australia and they were super enthusiastic. I couldn’t have had a better group of people to experience this with. They made me feel so comfortable and safe – well, as safe as you can feel before jumping off a bridge 160 ft. in the air. And let me tell you, I felt all 160 of those feet. I have absolutely no fear or heights at all and I thought my heart was going to drop out of my feet. It started getting difficult to breathe as they strapped me into the harness.

Can you see the fear?

Can you see the fear?

About to jump

About to jump

Taking my first step off that little ledge was the most HORRIFYING, and liberating, thing I’ve ever done. It resulted in this amazing weightlessness I’d never felt before. You see, one of my dreams is to fly. Sounds silly, I know, but my dreams are filled with airborne adventures. Unfortunately, I have to flap my arms like bird wings to get off the ground… and apparently I do this in my sleep because I always wake up sore the next morning.

And now the euphoria?

And now the euphoria?

Before they asked me to jump again.

Before they asked me to jump again.

It was actually worse this way.

It was actually worse this way.

I did so well they asked me to go again, backwards. Before my brain could scream at me, “NO! YOU MUST SURVIVE,” I agreed and down I went.

It was beautiful and magical and so much more than I could ever hope for. I encourage you to take a leap, whether it be jumping from a very tall bridge with a very secure harness, or traveling to a new city.

Be adventurous!

Oh, and on a quick side note, this is the place that started my love of English Breakfast tea with creamer. Thanks a lot, Canada.

One thought on “Psychotic #6: Bungee Madness

  1. Shannon says:

    What a great girl’s road trip! Fun Fun Fun! Thank goodness you didn’t show your mom’s face as you were flying off the bridge! lol

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