I was mad jealous of everyone who was skiing and snowboarding, so the other adventurous options consisted of; sky diving, paragliding, ice skating, or canyon jumping.
Saturday morning, we woke up and Tara and I decided to book our reservation for Canyon Jumping at 1pm that day.
Not even believing I actually just paid and finalized my decision, we got into a van with 10 other people, and took a 30 minute ride up into the mountains.
Extremely nervous but excited on our hike up the mountain, of course I had to pee. Again. For third time in the last hour. Already deep into the woods, there was no other place I'd be able to go other than behind a tree, in the 3 feet of snow. Unless I wanted to pee all over myself while diving into the canyon, it was now or never. Sorry for the details, but this was a vital aspect of the experience.
We reach the top of the canyon and see the platform we will be jumping off of. The guides dress us all in our harnesses and read us this ridiculous disclaimer that made me question what the hell I was doing...
There was a woman taking professional pictures, which is how I got so many of me jumping. She was hanging on a zipline above the platform we jumped off of, the entire time until the last person was finished. What a job....
Pat went first. Took off his jacket, stepped onto the platform, and swan dove off the canyon. In literally 20 seconds he was gone. I couldn't believe it. A couple other people went, then Tara was next in line. Freaking out for her, she looked at the camera, smiled and then jumped. SO cool, I could not wait to go...
I thought I was going to throw up everywhere... I actually just got the chills thinking about the moment I looked at the canyon I was about to jump into. Incredible. Neil told me to wave to the woman taking pictures, so I did and jumped right after.
The only thing I remember right after I jumped, was the feeling of not being able to breath for a solid 5 seconds, and then thinking... 'I am attached to a rope, swinging in-between massive cliff walls, over a running river filled with rocks and a heavy tide... in the Swiss Alps.'
If that is not a dream come true then I don't know what is... Never for once in my life did I think I would canyon jump in the Swiss Alps. To be honest, I did not even know what Interlaken was.
After I stopped swinging, there was a rope I grabbed onto attached to a ladder at the bottom of the canyon, that I used to pull myself in. Another man was standing there pulling the other end of the rope and helped me take off the harness once I got onto that platform. Pulling myself in above the water and rocks was almost scarier than actually jumping into the canyon. I got onto the platform and was shaking. I don't know if it was the excitement, adrenaline, or what it was, but all I said to guy was, 'holy shit, I can't believe I just did that.' He laughed, told me to pull myself back together, then continue to walk along the side of the cliff wall, through a little cave, until I hit the back end of the restaurant.
When I got in there, Tara, Pat and everyone else who was finished were sitting drinking hot chocolate. We hung out there until everyone was done, ordered the professional pictures, then took the van back down the mountain and back to the hostel.
If it was not for Euroadventures travel company, we probably would not have gone on the trip. We would not have gotten to see this amazing part of the world that I didn't even really know about. 'I am truly blessed,' is really the only thing I can say after our weekend in Interlaken.
We reach the top of the canyon and see the platform we will be jumping off of. The guides dress us all in our harnesses and read us this ridiculous disclaimer that made me question what the hell I was doing...
Pat went first. Took off his jacket, stepped onto the platform, and swan dove off the canyon. In literally 20 seconds he was gone. I couldn't believe it. A couple other people went, then Tara was next in line. Freaking out for her, she looked at the camera, smiled and then jumped. SO cool, I could not wait to go...
Two people later, it was my turn. One of the girls was video-taping me so I am hoping she sends me that soon because it was an awesome video...
Neil, the man in charge standing on the platform, hooked me up to the harness and I grabbed his arm as I stepped onto the platform.
I thought I was going to throw up everywhere... I actually just got the chills thinking about the moment I looked at the canyon I was about to jump into. Incredible. Neil told me to wave to the woman taking pictures, so I did and jumped right after.
The only thing I remember right after I jumped, was the feeling of not being able to breath for a solid 5 seconds, and then thinking... 'I am attached to a rope, swinging in-between massive cliff walls, over a running river filled with rocks and a heavy tide... in the Swiss Alps.'
If that is not a dream come true then I don't know what is... Never for once in my life did I think I would canyon jump in the Swiss Alps. To be honest, I did not even know what Interlaken was.
After I stopped swinging, there was a rope I grabbed onto attached to a ladder at the bottom of the canyon, that I used to pull myself in. Another man was standing there pulling the other end of the rope and helped me take off the harness once I got onto that platform. Pulling myself in above the water and rocks was almost scarier than actually jumping into the canyon. I got onto the platform and was shaking. I don't know if it was the excitement, adrenaline, or what it was, but all I said to guy was, 'holy shit, I can't believe I just did that.' He laughed, told me to pull myself back together, then continue to walk along the side of the cliff wall, through a little cave, until I hit the back end of the restaurant.When I got in there, Tara, Pat and everyone else who was finished were sitting drinking hot chocolate. We hung out there until everyone was done, ordered the professional pictures, then took the van back down the mountain and back to the hostel.
If it was not for Euroadventures travel company, we probably would not have gone on the trip. We would not have gotten to see this amazing part of the world that I didn't even really know about. 'I am truly blessed,' is really the only thing I can say after our weekend in Interlaken.
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