I have to wonder who thinks up things like zip lining? What kind of sick mind muses – “hey, lets launch folks across a gaping canyon on a wire – that’ll be awesome!”
Zip lining, in my mind, falls into the bungee-jumping, rodeo-clowning, leaping-off-buildings-in-suits-with-wings category of antics. Better off left to the fearless young whippersnapper types.
I have to wonder who thinks up things like zip lining? What kind of sick mind muses – “hey, lets launch folks across a gaping canyon on a wire – that’ll be awesome!”
Zip lining, in my mind, falls into the bungee-jumping, rodeo-clowning, leaping-off-buildings-in-suits-with-wings category of antics. Better off left to the fearless young whippersnapper types.
On a blustery New York City morning, I executed my first face plant.
The sun had just peeked out after a torrential rain and began to form those bands of brilliant, glorious Jesus Rays streaming through the clouds. Next thing I knew, I lay prostrated before a church in that special kind of pain that only landing square on one’s schnozz can bring, surrounded by scattered partyware glistening in the sun like a golden calf. But I probably deserved it… CONTINUE READING
On a blustery New York City morning, I executed my first face plant.
The sun had just peeked out after a torrential rain and began to form those bands of brilliant, glorious Jesus Rays streaming through the clouds. Next thing I knew, I lay prostrated before a church in that special kind of pain that only landing square on one’s schnozz can bring, surrounded by scattered partyware glistening in the sun like a golden calf. But I probably deserved it… CONTINUE READING
On the far southern tip of Newfoundland live so many birds it was actually shocking.
Bird Rock is a massive dome, covered with nesting gannets and penguin-like auks, jutting out of a huge canyon with vertical sides that fall more than thirty stories straight down to the sea.
On the far southern tip of Newfoundland live so many birds it was actually shocking.
Bird Rock is a massive dome, covered with nesting gannets and penguin-like auks, jutting out of a huge canyon with vertical sides that fall more than thirty stories straight down to the sea.
There’s no rush in the world like being on the business end of a hungry croc’s mouth. Less than a second ticks by – from leaping reptile to the other-worldly SNAP! as enormous jaws slam shut… Read the whole, crazy adventure here!
There’s no rush in the world like being on the business end of a hungry croc’s mouth. Less than a second ticks by – from leaping reptile to the other-worldly SNAP! as enormous jaws slam shut… Read the whole, crazy adventure here!
I have to wonder who thinks up things like zip lining? What kind of sick mind muses – “hey, lets launch folks across a gaping canyon on a wire – that’ll be awesome!”
