Bungeeeeeee

Ok, this one is going all the way back to Feb, but when you’re talking about being launched off of a 467 foot bridge into the Grand Canyon, I think it’s worth it.

That’s right, bungee jumping. One of those activities that many add to a bucket list, and few ever check off. Well, I decided that I was taking matters into my own hands, and so called up a company and a few weeks later found myself road tripping down to the Navajo Bridge with three friends.

We stayed the night in a ghetto little motel, then woke up bright and early for the festivities to begin. We went in order of descending weight, so I had to wait till the very end (about 15 people)… watching everyone jump off the bridge sure built up some anticipation. When my turn came, I asked if I could go “pall-bearer” style (where 4 guys pick you up and run to the edge of the bridge to launch you off). They warned me against it, saying it was scary, but I could tell that the two guys running the bungee company were glad for a little excitement.

The actual jump went by really quickly – but, let me tell you, that was the biggest adrenaline rush of my life. And I’ve had some pretty sweet adrenaline rushes. I remember the water at the bottom of the canyon rushing towards my face as I plunged face-first. I remember trying to do what I had been instructed – keeping my arms by my sides as I descended, tucking my body during the recoils. I remember shaking so hard I thought my ankle-harness would come off. I remember realizing after the fact that my leg was bleeding from hitting the bridge as I was being pulled back up.

And I remember thinking: Wow. I cannot believe I just did that.

Who doesn't love a little mud?

Keep in mind that these are in no particular order, ok?

So what do you get when you combine 5 good friends, 10 kilometers of mountain trail, obstacles like haybales to jump, walls to climb, and giant slip-n-slides to summersault down, very skimpy clothing with underwear worn on the outside, and a whole ton of mud?

Well, the Dirty Dash, of course.




Done in Soldier Hollow up by Heber, the first Utah Dirty Dash was held on Sept. 25th, and the 5 of us decided to form a team (lovingly dubbed Down ‘n Dirty). The race was exhausting, but totally worthwhile.

Next year, here we come

MMT '10

Massive Moab Trip. Just sounds awesome, right? Well back in June (I’m gonna try and slowly play catch-up here) about 300 fellow adventurers and I drove on down to that dusty desert and had the weekend of our lives. There was a city of tents – there was the party bag (sleeping bag that easily slept us four girls) – there were night hikes – there was rock climbing – there was rafting – there was river-floating – there was sand-hill-jumping – there was barbequing – there was Delicate-Arch hiking – there was Indian-ladder-climbing – there was swimming – there was cliff jumping – there were bonfires – there was jeeping – there were friends and families and flirting and fun galore… and there were memories that I’ll never forget.

The funny thing about blogging about adventures..

Is you're too busy living the adventures to sit down and write about 'em.

But trust us, we're still living them :)