Hanging by a cable

They tell me this thing is a rock, but I think it is something else.

1. An alien outpost
2. A fossilized, giant humpback whale, partially submerged.
3. A hibernating elephant. A big one.

I could go on, but they'd only get weirder from there.

It's called El Peñol, but let's call it Frankenrock (I think the stitches running up its side are an obvious connection.)

Isn't there something a little disturbing about Frankenrock's shape and size? There is nothing else in the area that resembles it--there are no rocky cliffs, no crumbling mountains--just green, green grass, silent trees, and a lot of water.

Frankenrock was so intimidating, in fact, we decided to take the pressure off by zip-lining around the monstrosity. (Don't worry Mom, we didn't zip-line OFF of the rock, only beside it.)

That's Carolina, Sebas, and myself looking like construction workers.

I was really pumped for this experience: I've never zip-lined anywhere, though I've often fantasized about clinging to Batman as he zip-lined around Gotham City.

That's a lie.

Anyway, I'm really excited, partially because it only cost four dollars, but also because it's another thing to check off my life list.

So we get strapped in, Sebas and I, so we can zip-line side-by-side. The lady explains how to stop ourselves when we near the next platform, so we don't body-slam into the wooden structure.

I'm ready, man, and she counts to three and pushes us off the platform.

Yes!!!!!

Wait, I'm barely moving. Sebastian goes flying by me, hurtling along the cable. I'm drifting along, like I'm out for a Sunday drive in a vintage car. I don't even make it all the way to the platform. I have to pull myself along the cable, hand-over-hand.

On the next line, I stop even further away from the cable. The wind blowing against me is enough to bring me to a dead stop.

Apparantly the more body mass you have, the better your ride, and I failed miserably.

On a higher note, I almost passed out on the 30 minute climb to the top of the rock. Want to know the only thing worse than climbing hundreds of stairs at an incredibly high elevation? Climbing hundreds of stairs at an incredibly high eleveation that are, occasionally, coated in someone's vomit.

Luckily, the top looked like this.

It was worth it.










Oh, and one more thing.












It was a spiritual moment.