Yeah, so, 4:30 I meet up the shuttle bus to go out to the Canyon Swing. There are 9 of us on the bus -- 6 from a tour group, me, and two other people travelling solo. It is at this point that I realize I am the oldest person in the group. Bad thought.
We drive up to a point over the Shotover Canyon, and then walk out to the swingoff point. (I get winded walking out there. I make a note to self to switch to a wussier glacier walk than the one I am signed up for. After all the emails I've sent the Glacier Walk Guides, I expect they know me by now.) We stand at a viewing area a little ways away, while the first three people from our group go down to the swing and put on their harnesses.
I look down at the canyon below. It does not look that far away. The first person jumps. Now I'm scared. I see him WAY down in the canyon below, and he looks really, really tiny. I previously mentioned my lack of depth perception -- now that there is a person down in the canyon, I have a frame of reference and realize exactly what 109 meters looks like. I realize I'm going to have to do this soon or I'm going to give up.
I also realize that there are no port-a-potties out here. The men in our group just go out and find trees. (Clearly, the desire to empty one's bladder after seeing the first guy jump was a universal one.) The four of us girls just crossed our legs.
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Ergh. I don't know about this. I'd have had visions of being pushed off the ledge (wearing the harness, of course) and screaming and peeing all the way down.
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