Yep, that is me way up there. Whenever I think about it, I can feel the vibrations of the rope as they let us out. The twanging feel it gave as I questioned my choice to put my life into the hands of a couple of young kids who didn’t speak my language.
First I went up with Magnus(who loved it). The moment we took off I questioned my judgement. What mom would place her child into such danger? He seemed calm and happy, but me, I was scared out of my mind. We jerked, a lot, and at times it was more than I could handle. I had to remain calm for Magnus’ sake but man I did not like it. As our ride was completing I made the decision that Thisbe would go by herself. I did not need to go twice, nor did I want to. We landed and Magnus was unhooked. I prepped Thisbe to go by herself but the guys were not unhooking me. “She’s too small.” they said, and within about 30 seconds Thisbe was hooked up and off I went again.
The second trip was so much smoother and enjoyable. I was still hanging on tight and in no way did I want to stay up any longer than I had too, but my heart wasn’t beating quite as fast.
With it all over and now that a couple days’ time has past, I would do it again. Maybe in 10 years.