I like a good adventure. I have even risked my life for several. Being already disabled by a stroke 20 years ago adds to the challenges associated with what is normally seen as “typical” risk. My balance is poor; I’m weak and uncoordinated. But these things don’t stop me from enjoying my life even if I’m risking it to do so.
My recent trip to the Canadian Rockies provided several epic opportunities for dangerous adventure:
The Lord Sent Me a Cowboy
A story about an adventure that was made possible by a positive attitude
After I survived the trail rides, I had a chance to tour the Rocky Mountains in a helicopter. A small helicopter. Again, I worried about the accessibility ahead of time. The instructions were to walk quickly in a crouched position as you approached the aircraft on the ground. I have trouble walking in an upright position. They explained a tricky procedure for climbing in. The guides watched me limp around the orientation so they were aware of my issues. I was sure I wasn’t the first handicapped passenger they had seen which bolstered my confidence. We were divided into groups of 4 to fly together, and we were each assigned a number from 1–4 for the order we would board. We watched a short movie about the safety procedures.
We have all seen reports on the news about tourist helicopter crashes. They are almost always fatal. I allowed myself a few minutes to imagine what a crash would be like before boarding. I was more worried about my safety on the ground.
We walked outside in our groups following the paved paths leading to the helicopter pads. The groups were staggered for boarding. I did the best I could to crouch while I walked under the propellers. The young men on staff helped me climb aboard easily. They had to take my cane to leave on the ground. I made them promise they would give it back. We were given headphones to wear and instructions for talking to each other.
I was thrilled to watch us leave the ground. It was like magic. I knew the ride would be short so there wasn’t a lot of time to get nervous while we were in the air. We flew over turquoise blue rivers.
There were some pretty big mountains in our flight path. I had never seen the sides of mountains up close. It was thrilling and exciting.
As we flew by the mountains, I imagined how it would be if we hit one. It seemed like it would be one wrong move away on the part of the pilot. I envisioned the calls to our families at home, the arrangements that would have to be made, and other gruesome details.
Since we all have to die sometime, it looked like as good a way as any. The hope would be that it would be quick. There are fates worse than death.
The whole thing was over in 12 minutes. I had lived, died, and lived again. A true adventure.
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