I thought, “how hard could it be?” And, up I went. While we started on the easiest obstacle, Jen was ready to skip the next level to go the third level of difficulty. This next obstacle is where I denied listening to my better judgment. We put the fun in dysfunctional, to say the least. It seems backwards, but that is just how we are. That is how our friendship works: laugh first, then offer help. I think, deep down, she wanted the chance of a front-row opportunity to laugh at my awkwardness, but she also wanted to make sure I did not get stuck without having some help if I needed it. Jen let me go through the courses first, even though I wanted her to go first. I thought it was a challenge, but not anything I could not handle once I got the hang of the pattern. The first obstacle course was relatively easy. I was feeling better about roping myself into this day, literally and figuratively. From that point, we went to the practice course to get a feel for how the tethers worked and to ensure the harnesses were on properly while we were still near solid ground. Safety first! After the business side of signing waivers, we walked over to the station to get harnessed into our climbing gear. As much as I was looking forward to having a fun day and proving my body wrong, I proceeded with extreme caution. Looking at me, one may assume I am athletic, but my joints and flexibility tell a different story. While Jen had some prior experience at a park like this one, I was hardly even a rookie.
Frankenmuth aerial park zip#
I thought the emphasis would be on zip lines and less on the climbing and obstacle aspect, but I have been wrong before, and this was no different. I really had no idea what I had just gotten myself into. I started the day’s adventure with a before picture posted to Facebook with the caption, “a day spent with Jen is a day spent pushing my limits and challenging my better judgment.” I did not know how much of an understatement that was until I met my fate at the Aerial Park. We loaded my car and made the drive to Frankenmuth, Michigan, which is not that far, but far enough to make a day of it.
It was even my idea to go on this adventure, so to my friend’s surprise, I was gung-ho, and off we went (of course while listening to The Beach Boys). I never do anything too stupid, but this particular day tested my athleticism and agility. The few times in my life when I get gutsy are the times in life when I wonder where my common sense goes.
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