“Perfect.”
He wanted me in the dark. This trail we were walking on was beautiful. Wild flowers lined the edges of the path and the water running through the creek bed was so serene it made me want to sit and stick my feet in it. We walked around a corner and a wooden sign was off to the left with a couple arrows pointing in different directions. Up ahead, the pavement split in different ways. As we approached the split, we took the path that made my stomach drop. It was titled, “The Gulch Zip Line.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Turner, what are you having us do?”
He was kind of pulling me along now. “It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
Trust. That was a huge word that, frankly, was tossed around and definitely not given freely by me. You had to earn it. There was a building that looked like a forest ranger cabin a few yards in front of us. You’d never even know this place was here unless you knew where to look. Literally, our whole drive, not one sign mentioned zip lining. The log building was small and square, but when we went inside, there were a couple televisions that lined the walls with images of groups wearing safety gear, posing for the cameras and having fun. Turner released my hand and went to the counter.
“Hi, we’re here for a private guide,” he told the person sitting behind the counter.
“Yes, sir. We were expecting you.” She pulled a couple papers from a plastic organizer in front of her. “I just need you both to fill out these forms and sign the waiver on the back. We can get you all set up after that.”
Turner shifted to look at me. I stepped up beside him and looked at the stuff I was supposed to fill out. Most of it was standard information. The one that made me pause, was the paper that basically said they assumed no responsibility if death or injury occurs while on the course. So, was I supposed to just sign my life away?
“Uh, ma’am?” I asked.
“Yes?” She smiled like nothing about these things was odd.
I tapped the paper with my pen. “This one right here. Umm, can I ask how often, if something does happen, does one get hurt while doing this?”
She shook her head. “Oh, it’s just a basic form. But I can tell you, in the two years that I’ve worked here, we’ve only had one accident, and that wasn’t even because the person was on the course. They hadn’t taken their meds and went into diabetic shock from low sugar levels.”
Did she not realize this was still not reassuring to me?
“Okay, but what kind of things could happen while doing this?”
Her head tilted to the side, and she was totally perplexed by my question. “Well, I suppose anything. Accidents do happen, but I assure you, the whole course is safe. One of our guides goes through it first thing in the morning checking the lines and making sure that everything is tightly bolted to the trees. It really is very safe. Just try to relax and have some fun. Almost everyone that comes through here is nervous in some way, shape, or form. You’ve got this.”
Her pep talk sucked. I just wanted to clip her onto one of the lines in the trees and fling her down it while I yelled profanities about her crazy ass.
Turner remained quiet while I had my freak out with the poor worker. I was surprised he didn’t jump in and try to settle my frazzled nerves. Honestly, it was probably for the best. She was a stranger to me and I wouldn’t lash out at a stranger. If he had tried to speak to me, I would have punched him in the arm. Not that the big guy would even feel it.
I went ahead and signed the papers, even though I truly wanted nothing more than to take off running back in the direction we’d just came. After I passed them back, we were instructed to go into a side room where helmets, straps, and all sorts of other contraptions were hanging from the walls. A male worker, named Joe, helped fit us into the proper gear. He explained to us what the straps were for, and how we were going to sit in the harnesses when we got to the first platform. I slipped my helmet on my head and I could feel heat creeping up my cheeks. I’m sure I looked ridiculous. But when I glanced at Turner, he winked at me. A couple little flutters went through me and I looked down at the ground. I saw his feet come into my line of vision and a finger tipped my chin up, forcing me to look at him. He stood too close. And why in the hell did he look so good with such a dumb hard hat?
“I see your thoughts flying across you face. You’re beautiful.”
The crystal blue of his eyes and the heartfelt tone in his voice, I had no choice but to listen.
“Thank you. You’re sweet.”
He leaned in and spoke into my ear, “And you are even sweeter. Seriously, you smell like cotton candy every time I’m near you and I’m beginning to wonder if you taste like it too.”
He stepped back from me and directed his attention to Joe. Okeydokey, now how was I supposed to respond to that? My heart took a hiatus for a solid ten seconds, while my underwear felt entirely too damp. There I was nervous about this rope course, but the man who stood next to me caused reactions inside me that I’d never felt before. He was more dangerous than I had given him credit for.
Swallowing hard, I pushed my thoughts aside and followed Joe and Turner out to the path behind the building. There was a white van that I guess we were supposed to get in to. We drove up a mountain side that seemed like a straight shot up from where we’d just come from. I was going over every possible thing that could cause me to fall to my death. And also, who would take care of my poor Chaz if I died? I truly felt like these were legitimate concerns. Once at the top, Turner filed out and I followed behind him. I know he wanted to grab my hand, but was likely picking up on my vibes that I wasn’t really in the mood to be touched. I needed some space so I could breathe through this. I didn’t know what I was going to do when I had to make that first step off to free fall. If that’s what you’d even call it.
We walked to a wooden platform where a wire cable hung across the top of a forest. Okay that was a seriously long drop. This was crazy. Turner was crazy. This was crazy. I’d rather be in a race car right about now going 140 MPH, not getting ready to fling myself off this platform and expect these wires to hold my happy ass long enough ‘til I’m on the other side.