When one of my prettiest friends asked if we’d be down for ziplining, I answered YES! very quickly, mostly because I wanted to hang out with her and her husband.

The night before we went, Paul said with big eyes “Have you seen the ziplining videos??? They are going really fast!! I don’t know if I can do it.” I laughed at him and said it would be no big deal, yet approximately 10 minutes before it was time to leave the next morning, I started to panic.

When we arrived in beautiful Wrightwood, I debated taking a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves, but instead just soaked in the gangster rap playing in the registration area. That always makes me feel better.

We got geared up with our guides Timber and Emily. They were like real mountain folk – but the cool, earthy kind.  Like Emily was the type of white girl who could pull of dreadlocks and a feather in her hair and I wanted to be just like her someday. Timber – if that’s even his real name – was tall and lanky, a cross between Adam Driver and Captain Jack Sparrow.  After an absolutely insane van ride up the mountain, they showed us the ropes, literally.

And we did it! We all did it! A 3-hour ziplining tour where we basically soared like flying monkeys, from treetop to treetop. Sure, sometimes we couldn’t feel our legs, or our hearts ended up in or throats for a second, but we totally did it.

On the last jump, I even had the balls to jump off backwards. It felt amazing. And Paul called me a monster. 

Then we ate a killer lunch, figuring that our adrenaline must have burned about a million calories.  Ah, so fun!! If someone ever asks you to go ziplining, just say yes!

As long as they’re pretty.