john59
<font color=navy>GOD BLESS <font color=red>AMERI
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- Dec 18, 1999
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On the way to the FORT, at 6000 miles we landed in Branson MO. This is a cool town. DW says to me "John let's do the Branson Tripline". I am 72, DW is much, much older than me (maybe a tad older). I will call her bluff and she will chicken out. Height is a involuntary reflex that stimulates my instinctual urge to BARF ! Barfing is prohibited on the Tripline. They did not say PEEING YOUR PANTS is prohibited.
Shirley is buckling up and that means me to. There is sweat (I think) running down my legs. The 7 evil bridges at 200 ft up. Swinging, swaying, jumping. You can not turn back. No crawling and no crying. The Guides are heartless. On, then off the 3Ft X 3Ft platform into the eternity drop. There she goes 200 ft up and a 900 ft run. There are no handrails on the platform and you share 1/2 with the Guide hooking you up. Never look down. Never, never look down. Why are my socks wet ?? From sweating, I think. There goes Shirley off again. The FIRST STEP is, is, is--The words will not come and JOY, there are more FIRST STEPS and more single wires. Remember, the first step off is an eternity until you stabilize and start to fly. The flying is super. I can do without the eternity.
Hoooooooray, I did not BARF and my Pants can be washed good, a few times. The guides were super with my bride--One Guide "That's one cool dude you latched onto".----I agree---Now can I go and Barf peacefully and why are my sneaks going slosh, slosh. slosh. john



