I am terrified of heights. On a recent trip to Venice, my daughter and I climbed multiple campaniles (bell towers). When I got to the top of every one, I felt like jumping. For me, heights and open spaces don’t mix well.
So what was I doing wearing a whole-body harness while assessing a 40-foot-high ropes course at Nemacolin Resort in Pennsylvania last fall?
I must have misread the brochure when I checked the canopy tour option as one of my activities. Yes, it included a supercool zipline ride, which—strangely—I like. But a high ropes course …
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