Fair Rides 4: Dropped From Up High

I’ve been posting these videos in the order that I rode the rides, and I’ve really been looking forward to this one. I’m extremely scared of heights. I really hate them. When I climb up the ladder on an Olympic diving board, it feels like I’m 100-yards over a butter tub with some water in it. It feels like death. I hate rides like this one. So, why did I do it? Because if this video gets me just one more donation to the Kilted To Kick Cancer cause, it will be worth it. Basically, I thought it would be funny, and I thought that if you laugh at my expense, you’ll be more likely to send some money to my KTKC page. So, here it is:

And, please don’t feel bad laughing at my misery – I did when I watched the footage later! Laugh away! Between you and me, I’m beginning to like this video making deal. I may have to find more excuses to do stupid stuff on video.

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3 thoughts on “Fair Rides 4: Dropped From Up High

  1. I’m not a big fan of heights, either. I can do rides like that, though, or stand on the edge of a drop-off, if I’ve got something to hold on to. Did a hike with a friend, once, while stationed in Hawaii…he convinced me (wasn’t hard) to do a cross-country hike, instead of following trails. In Hawaii. I don’t think, from beginning to end, the entire hike was more than 200 yards in lateral distance. But there’s this thing about volcanic islands….they typically have lots of mountains. And they’re usually REALLY steep and knife-edged. This one was. Going up the valley, we ended up walking across the wing of what I later found out was a crashed WW2 era B24. We free-climbed up a 15-20foot waterfall, and the last little bit was nearly vertical, no ropes, just scrambling from tree to tree, hoping the little scrubby plants didn’t yank out of the muddy ground. At the top was an ancient Hawaiian “fort”, basically a square notch cut out of the ridge where guards could drop rocks on anyone trying to invade through the pass. Quite the effective defense, actually, considering what we’d come through. I had to stand in the notch, though, looking over the valley on either side, wind whipping past, nothing to hold on to, just to prove to myself that I was stronger than the fear. Then I looked over at my friend, he’s hunkered down next to the wall. Heh. I do recall there was a pathway to another notch about 20 feet away, but the path was no more than maybe 6 inches wide. Coming down the other side of the ridge was easier, just sit down and slide from tree to tree until the ground decided to go more horizontal. Yeah. I did it. I stood up in that gap. And I never did that hike again. Mainly cuz I got back to my barracks and had time to think about all the things that could have gone wrong. Sometimes, though, you just gotta face the fears, look em in the eye, and hawk a nice, gooey loogie at it. Then walk way at your own pace, knowing you could have wussed out or run screaming. But you didn’t.

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