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| One of the platforms at Piholo Ranch. In the end the suspended bridge up to the platform was scarier than ziplining itself. |
I stood there – or rather hung there in my harness – with no intention of letting go and flying. I had just watched three other couples fly down the zipline, but somehow my feet wouldn’t leave the platform.
“OK, let’s try again,” the 20-something leader said. “1, 2, 3 …”
Nope. At this point I was shaking. I comfort myself that I was not the only one terrified. One of the girls who went before us was scared, and she’d gone skydiving before. Not even tandem. Said it was nothing – and yet she was scared of ziplining. Made me feel better and worse at the same time.
I was up on that ziplining platform at Piholo Ranch in Maui because my husband badly wanted to zipline while we were in Hawaii. I had always wanted to zipline, as well, per my 40 by 40 goals, thinking it was a good way to face my fear of heights and my fear of falling without having to skydive or bungee jump. Because I would be tethered to a cable via a harness, I felt it was the activity that was the least likely to go awry.
