It's ok, I'm going to be fine, these guys do this every day. Not an issue, not a problem, so I'm going to be hundreds of meters high supported by only a parachute glidey thing, so what?
Ok now this ski lift thing is getting pretty high right now. The instructers are pretty cheery but haven't really given me or Rachel any instructions. All good, they'll tell us later I guess. Ok, top of this giant mother of a mountain, unpacking gear, getting strapped into this harness thing. Instructions any day now... instructer straps himself in behind me, says "run and don't stop till we're in the air" then pushes.
OK NOW I'M RUNNING LITERALLY OFF A CLIFF WITH LITTLE CLUE WHY AND NOW MY FEET ARE MOVING IN MID AIR AND-
-and this is pretty damn beautiful. This is actually incredible. Birds have it good. The scenery is unbelievably perfect. We're gliding over snow capped mountains and icy flowing rivers and tiny little wood cottages and the air is fresh and cold and I'm just up. In the air. And we're swinging over trees and lakes and starting to slowly sink and I never want to land because nothing is this beautiful and I have never ever felt freer than right now.
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