Blog #3

One of the biggest adrenaline rushes I've had happened last year at Pines Summer Camp in Grand Forks. One of the activity choices was rappelling, and I chose that. The cliff we had to rappel down wasn't extremely high, maybe sixty feet at most. But the rocks on the cliff were wicked sharp, and I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. The instructors were wearing huge boots, thick pants, and sweaters that might as well have been parkas in the heat, but at least they were dressed for climbing.

I wanted to be the first one, but a few other kids got in line first, so I was set to climb fourth. The instructors showed us how to operate the ropes, and all the safety procedures. The first two kids went, and up next was another kid from Oliver. For some reason, the ropes got tangled up or something, and he was stuck on the cliff, thirty feet from the ground.

The instructors started climbing down, and they untangled the ropes and got down safely, but everyone was kind of shaken up. I was next, and I already had my gear half on. The instructor asked if I still wanted to go, and I said yes. It wasn't as hard as I thought it was, but there was one point right where the last kid got tangled up where I slipped, and lost hold of the cliff, and that was when the adrenaline shot through me. I grabbed hold again and made my way down the mountain safely.