By Giselle Leonard
The harness cuts painfully into the skin on my legs. Nervously I adjust it. The instructors voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Next one up!”
With shaking, unsteady legs I climb the steep, almost vertical ladder. The steel is cold on my hand so it’s a relief when I make it to the top. The pleasant feeling is soon chased away by fear as I look down and notice how high I am.
But then the fear gives, just slightly, as I see the stunning view. The instructor clips my harness to the thick wires that run the length of the high ropes course and I begin to feel exhilarated. With a quick nod from the instructor, I step out onto the course.
