I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
W.E. HENLEY, INVICTUS
So, I was working at our local Visitor Information Centre a couple of months back and I found out that a new Trees Adventure had opened up near us. And I thought to myself "oh, we should go there!" and then I thought "someone should organise that for our homeschool group" and then thought "oh, I suppose that would be me".
So I did.
(note to self: next time charge an extra $1.00 per person organisation fee, because it is STRESSFUL sorting out numbers, discounts, age groups, online payment, dealing with Facebook messages, events, text messages, phone calls and emails).
Anyhoo, after all that stress, yesterday was the day! 41 (count 'em!) brave kids and some of their parents (moi included) took to the trees! It was a stunning day, not a cloud in the sky, although I ended up half-deaf from the 120 decibel screech of cicadas and needed a shower after all the cicada rain.
Trees Adventure are an "eco-adventure" ropes course - they have progressively higher and harder ropes courses for everyone from age 4 to well, 74 if you're fitter and slimmer than me! There are 6 courses ranging from yellow to black (that sounds ominous).
Now, I'm a bit nervous of heights, so my enthusiasm wasn't super-high, but hey - life is a challenge, right? Right!
The kids and I were in the 13+ age group, so they started us on the blue course - starting with a climb up about 8m high. My hands were shaking from that point onward! Video Boy went first - he was a bit nervous about the first flying fox, but after that he took off like a mountain goat! Wombat Girl was in her element - so enthusiastic!
|Talking myself into jumping off a perfectly safe wooden platform metres off the ground...|
From there we had to climb along cliffs:
And traverse great heights with only wibbly-wobbly tiny-weeny bits of wood to hold you up:
The wibbly-wobbly bits were the WORST! I can share with you that I was a bit of mess on those - I like my 8 metre high bridges to be solid (so you can't see through them) and NOT FREAKING MOVING!!!! Alas, this was not the case. The "bridges" moved. A LOT! I'm not exaggerating when I say I was hyperventilating and hanging onto those ropes for dear life, people! My arms are sooooo sore today.
(note to self: bridges made of matchsticks and wire are wobbly)
There may or may not have been a few choice words for the unfortunate children behind me to learn (life learning?) and there may or may not have been a couple of tears squeezed out when I felt completely stuck. Luckily my daughter is the loveliest soul in the world, and stayed to talk her poor, hapless, vertiginous mum through it with helpful hints about where to put my feet and which rope to hang on to. I love her more than words can say. Video Boy was super-impressive too - motor dyspraxia be damned! I love him to bits too. I'm so proud of both them for being brave, helping their mum and helping lots of other younger kids too. The went to do the Red course and were disappointed to run out of time to attempt the black course - that one can wait until we take their father along!
It's really hard to take photos of yourself and your kids when you are terrified and also otherwise indisposed, but one lovely mum took lots - beautiful photos of kids and mums who have no idea I might put them in a blog, so I won't.
But I will include me:
(note to self: don't even think of trying to go to sleep early with all those post adrenaline hormones pumping through your body!)
PS: if you are thinking I ran across those logs like in the video you are seriously delusional. They don't video people like me doing it, because a) YouTube don't let you upload videos that long and b) no-one would want to do it. But you should. It's fun. Really. OK, maybe not "fun", but a good thing to do. OK, challenging. Yep. Challenging. You all need a good challenge :-)
PPS: I think I can tick off about 50 PDHPE syllabus outcomes after yesterday!