So there I was, suspended 150m on a well-constructed - but still unnervingly swaying - tree house above a violent creek. I actually laughed when they described the churning waterway below me as a creek... only in Canada. And there I was, strapping on a harness (never thought I'd be doing THAT up a tree!), and then hooking myself to a pencil-thin steel cable that stretched from where I shakily stood to the other side of a deep ravine.

You let yourself go, and you 'zip' across the space, thus the onomatapaeic name of the activity.
I went with Matt and Melli, who found the activity a little unthrilling compared to their more normal death-defying activities (skiing off jumps, mountain bike riding down vertical paths, etc). However, dull scaredy-cat me found it sufficiently thrilling, I loved it!

What was great about the experience is how the guides coupled somersault training mid-air with entertaining speeches on environmentalism in Whistler. It sounds dull, but I tell you, there is nothing dull about hoary marmots who whistle and million year old lichen! Trust me. I'm sure those aliens would find it even more odd to see humans participating in such odd activities while nodding wisely at stories about bears.
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