From the moment we all arrived in Interlaken, we all had extreme sports on our minds. We excitedly ran to the lobby to sign up for all of our adventures. But there was one activity that didn’t exactly me. Canyoning. I had heard it described as “white water rafting but without a raft.” This absolutely terrified me and I knew one thing. I knew that I would never go canyoning. Ever.
One event led to another and before I knew it, I had signed myself up for the one thing I said I would never do. This sounds crazy to willingly face your biggest fear, but I didn’t want to go through the rest of CR with any “what ifs?” and I wanted to face what I was scared of head on. I was now signed up to canyon in the morning and skydive in the afternoon. I was one million times more nervous for canyoning than skydiving, which again sounds completely backwards.
Before I knew it, we were all getting into our wetsuits and beginning our climb up to where we would enter the canyon. For the next hour and a half, we were diving off of huge rocks and sliding down rapids all in freezing cold water. I would like to give a massive shout out to the other 7 members of the familia who were in my group for canyoning. Without them I don’t think I would have dove head first into the water; literally and figuratively. They lent helping hands during fast currents and were incredibly encouraging when I didn’t think that I could ever jump off of the rock. Will I ever go canyoning again? Probably not. Was I glad that I did it?Heck yes! I had done something that was completely out of my comfort zone and something that I never thought I could do. The next adventure was skydiving. After making it through canyoning alive, I knew that there was nothing that I couldn’t do. Without the involvement of water, skydiving did not terrify me nearly as much as canyoning. In fact, it excited me! That isn’t to say that I wasn’t a little nervous to free-fall out of a plane, but composted to canyoning, the fear was minuscule. We were all hyping each other up as we got into our suits, which helped to calm my nerves. Truthfully, I don’t think that I had entirely processed the fact that in mere minutes I would be jumping out of a plane in the Swiss Alps. The minutes flew by, and the next thing I know I was strapped to my instructor, Craig, in a tiny plane getting ready to jump. I will never forget the moment when I saw Emma roll out of the plane, as she was the first to jump. That is the exact moment that it hit me. A minute later, I was free-falling. To say this was the coolest feeling ever would be an understatement. The parachute was released and then we were just floating over the mountains. Below me, I could see houses and roads and all around me were the most beautiful mountains I had ever seen. I never wanted this come to an end. I proclaimed to my instructor mid-flight that this would not be the last time I would skydive. I’m so thankful for Interlaken and CR for allowing me to break through my comfort zone, all in the presence of 17 other amazing individuals.