|Chesapeake Bay Daughter and friend O.G.|
Saturday, for Chesapeake Bay Daughter's birthday, we went to Go Ape in Williamsburg.
|This is the final zipline. It looks low to the ground, |
but trust me--it's not.
The distortion is caused by the camera's zoom.
Go Ape is a ropes course that includes ziplines and death traps known as Tarzan swings over in Freedom Park in Williamsburg. Since anyone under the age of 18 had to be accompanied by an adult, I
After a safety briefing, it became clear that CB Daughter's friend O.G. was going to be the one taking care of our small group.
See what I mean? Is anyone else already confused? Trust me. The whole experience was even more exhausting than that last paragraph was to
Anyway, there was a very thorough safety briefing that the children understood but which took me a while to understand. In spite of this, there were no major incidents other than my sore throat (from screaming) and aching arm muscles (from clinging for dear life).
Interesting Factoid: The exceedingly patient person who provided our safety briefing used to live in Mathews, Sail Cove to be exact.
Speaking of the safety briefing, nowhere in that thorough demonstration did they mention that on the "grand finale" zip descent back to Mother Earth it is possible for a leggy person's long legs to tickle the tops of young pine trees.
Interesting Factoid #2: Such contact of legs to trees, however, slight, causes one to spin around backwards and arrive at
|This is the landing zone for the final zipline.|
The small trench is from people,
present company included,
who come in backwards at high speeds.
|Frankly I felt there could have been more pomp |
and circumstance after surviving.
A marching band would have been nice.
But I'm not complaining, it was a LOT of fun.
I can say that because I survived.
I highly recommend Go Ape. As much as the ziplines and the two Tarzan swings caused me to scream, the rest is challenging but fun.
Also there is the side benefit of having people come up to tell you how much your screams made them laugh.
So it's possible to bring joy to others while fearing for your own life.
After surviving Go Ape, we had a typical Chesapeake Bay Family dinner on Sunday, which was Daughter's actual birthday. I fired up the charcoals and grilled some salmon (free, courtesy of the man my father cuts grass for); shrimp; and chicken. My mother made a delicious salad and a birthday cake. I threw together some homemade macaroni and cheese and baked sweet potatoes topped with butter and brown sugar.
|Here's the birthday cake before Baby Sis got into it.|
|Here we have a standard CBW moment. |
While I was clearing away dinner dishes,
Baby Sis, being helpful, started cutting the cake to serve it up.
Problem was, we hadn't sung Happy Birthday yet.
(Slice marks on the left Candles not yet lit on the right.)
|So, I stuck whatever candles I could find lying around|
(there happened to be 9 although Daughter is 14),
ignored the slices, and away we sang.
Although there were no marching bands nor pomp and circumstance, we can all say we survived another birthday.
Click here, here, and here to read about a celebration from several years ago that included a trip to the State Fair.