Pie in the Sky

When you have jumped out of a plane without a parachute (but trusting that the person who is attached to you is in good health and knows how and when to pull his or her parachute); and swam just above the bottom of a lake 30 feet down in the water; motorcycled around Lake Erie and Lake Ontario all on one July day there isn't much else to do other than climb a mountain, sail a boat, bungie jump or do a thousand other things  ----   unless of course you live in or around Toronto.

Then you have the privilege and pleasure of going for a 30 minute or so stroll around the CN Tower  -- albeit above the restaurant and very, very high in the sky.  Again like most of what I do -- you can't get hurt -- you can just "get dead".  Not a chance with the Edgewalk.  You are given a breathalyzer test; all personal possession are removed or taped (as in rings that will not come off); frisked; frisked; and frisked again.

You are then put into a jump suit and frisked another couple of times.  Up in the dedicated elevator and then to the walk off point.  By this time the group of 6 individuals who were all chatting five minutes earlier are deadly quiet.  Good thing no one had lunch.  That seems to be the biggest difficulty experienced by individuals prior to stepping into inner-outer space.

We were each told to stand against the wall and then individually we were hooked up - front and back - to a rope.  Everyone was checked about 3 times  (I can't really remember because by this time I was wondering what the heck I was doing -- considering that I am terrified of heights.)

We then stepped out onto the edgewalk.  I think that the escort was concerned about me -- he didn't let me go last.

We walked about 15 feet - all close to the wall until the escort told us that it was time to have some fun -- as in leaning backwards at the edge.  That was bad enough but 15 or more feet and he asked us if we remembered the movie the Titanic -- we all more than groaned but all but one of us actually leaned forward into open space looking down at the ground.  We were now crowing like expert skyscraper workers.

After that we walked as if we owned the joint.  We did the back lean twice more -- it was now a piece of cake.  The whole thing lasted 35 minutes and it was an experience of a lifetime.  Would I do it again?  Maybe -- but not until I have climbed a mountain, sailed a boat, bungie jumped and probably grew a full head of hair.  ;-))))))

allan