Our driver, Sebastian, picked us up promptly at 9 a.m. We had some concerns about the weather (it was pretty much pouring rain in Salta, and we had a full day of horse-back riding and ziplining planned!), but the tour agency through which Tats had arranged the driver assured us that this was uncharacteristic for Salta (it usually rains in summer only, and we were well into fall here), and further, that both the estancia and the river where we were headed had totally different climates, and all should be fine.
And so we set off for the hour-long ride out to Sayta Ranch, where we would first ride off trail for a few hours, and then have lunch (Asado, of course), before heading over to the Juramento river where Salta Rafting runs a course of 4 Ziplines.
If you're looking for a real Gaucho experience, I highly recommend Enrique's horseriding: We were greeted at the Estancia with tea and biscuits, by an Enrique himself, who -- upon hearing that we were Canadians -- inquired as to whether we were separatists! (According to him, the bilingual New Brunswick native who worked for him was, a fact that the young lad vehemently denied.)
The usual doggies were also in attendance.
How was I going to send my two babies across this line, 200 meters above a rushing river and plenty of hard rocks that would surely end their lives instantly if they fell??!!!
I gulped, and pasted an encouraging smile on my face, as my mouth grew dry. Then, off they went first Simon, then Alex.
I was next. And last.
There was no turning back...
"Well", he replied, "the only cure for that is to just do it".
I had suspected he'd say something like that. So I got clipped on, reviewed the safety instructions with him, and off I sailed, high above the Juramento River.
The remaining three zip lines were a blur of continuing to muster up the courage, enjoying the thrill, fighting disbelief that we were actually doing this, and trying to keep our hands loose on the cable and our heads clear of the emergency brake. We also snapped a few photos from the platforms between lines.
On the 2-hour drive home, I reflected on the day's adventures. We'd experienced more thrills in one day than some people experience in a lifetime! What had the boys learned from this adventure? What had I learned? And more importantly, how would we carry this new knowledge of ourselves and of the world forward with us?