Friday fun…

See that single leafless tree way up on the hill next to the shop?  With two guys working up there next to it…

They are hooking up a zip line!  And it goes through that gap in the trees over there on the R, and then goes all the way down the hill, across the cove, and winds up here:

That tree is even further than where our house is sitting.  I am standing on the edge of our deck, watching Dick hook up a connector to that tree, which is the end of the zip line.  I suggested that they make another zip line to go back across the cove to our side.  Maybe that’ll be next, after this one is perfected.

So Jason had to leave and go get some ‘real’ work done, while Dick tinkered and tightened the line.  Little did I know he was about to test the line.  See that driveway up in the first photo.  I’ll wait while you go take another look. 

With camera in hand and prayers for a safe flight, I position myself midway up the hill while Dick took off on the maiden zip.  He was going so fast, that my photo did not have Dick in it, just a shot of the zip line.  He was also going so fast that he bailed at the last moment and landed flat on his back in order to avoid hitting the destination tree…wise choice.  He goes back to adjust the tension on the line.  I think this stage is called Trial and Error, but at least there was no visit to the ER.

I had to go into town later, so I was innocently heading up the driveway, and just happened to glance to my L and saw Dick frantically waving his hands at me to STOP!!!….just as a huge beer keg was flying down the zip line.  I slammed on the brakes.  The line holding the keg was too long, or there was too much weight on it or something, but the keg dragged the ground and stopped, before it could mate with my car.

Can you imagine that if it had hit my car how I would have explained to our insurance agent how a flying beer keg damaged my car?  Oh really???

Back to the drawing board.  Again.  So nexty Dick moved the beginning zip point to the tree to the R of our driveway, out of harm’s way and any delivery truck coming or going.  Whew.

 

 

 

 

Of course there had to be another weight test from this new, shorter location, so off Dick flies:

Then he is hanging over the water down there between two trees:

No, do not look at that ugly gas tank.  If Dick doesn’t quit playing and bury that tank soon, there may be more than one item to bury in that hole, bless his heart. 

So now the big boys have decided the line needs just a bit more tweaking, so I imagine this will get done, and they’ll be out playing again this weekend.  And that ugly gas tank will still be sitting right where it is.