Adrenaline forest….from the name I guess I’d expect a muddy dirt bike track weaving in and out of trees, but a high ropes course isn’t too far off. On Saturday a group from the social club at Jeremiah’s company (BECA) got together to play on the course. After a 10 minute tutorial from a staff member (filled with admonishments such as “You want to make sure you’re clipped in,” and “you don’t want to do that, OK!” ), we were released to our own devices. Those green crash pads are at the end of the “flying foxes” (we call them zip lines at home), since they have no brakes.
The ropes course was set up in a planted mature stand of pines on the northeast side of the city. Multiple layers of platforms, ladders, and crisscrossing lines make it feel like the Swiss Family Robinson. The “challenges” were creative, punctuated with zippy rides on the flying foxes, and despite the relatively short safety briefing, if you followed the rules about staying clipped in to the safety lines, the worse you were going to get was a pinched finger. Jeremiah and I took turns staying down below with Milo, who was a surprisingly good sport about not being invited to join Mama and Daddy on the giant playground for grown-ups.
This is about as high off the ground as the little squirt got, but he was happy to putter around beneath us, playing with the pine needles, finding mushrooms, and eating snacks (NOT the mushrooms).
There were 6 courses in the park, and each one got higher than the next, and slightly more challenging. Here Jeremiah’s on a flying fox way up in the tree tops.
Here’s Jeremiah shuffling along a high wire 70 feet off the ground. The breeze picked up, making the trees sway a bit, but they moved surprisingly little for such tall straight pines. Neither of us are bothered by heights, so it was a fun day.