Satire About Canyoneering

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Every single time I go canyoneering I get a rush of adrenaline. I love climbing down the polished walls of the waterfall, it’s unbelievable. It’s so hard to describe, it’s sort of like the feeling you get when you’re on you’re on a rollercoaster it feels like theirs no gravity and you just float in midair. The feeling of gliding down the waterfall is breathtaking. Canyoneering is my passion. I’ll never stop until I have to.
Looking into the opening from the top of the waterfall makes me feel excited, exhilarated, thrilled, it’s incredible. But on top of that I also feel worried. Worried because there’s always a chance of slipping on the canyon walls that have been smoothed by the tumbling water for who knows how long. And what if I fell? How would I get back up, if I broke my arm or leg I couldn’t very well finish the climbing down. There’s a chance that my friend or the guide with me could help me finish, but not a good chance.
Imagine carrying over 100 pounds down a waterfall with only one hand to hold …show more content…

I love everything about it. Canyoneering fuels me, just the thought of going down a tunnel of rushing water gives me chills, good chills. The water is always the perfect temperature, no matter what temperature it is, and the sound of water running down the huge rock walls is so comforting to me. Even though I love canyoneering it scares me sometimes. I know the risks of adventuring down the waterfall which makes it even more worrying. The latest scare was in a Squamish Falls when me and my friend; Damien Briguet, were halfway down the waterfall and my rope got stuck. I couldn’t go down any further. I would have been trapped in the cave without a way to get out if we hadn’t brought our extra ropes. The extra ropes were definitely not as reliable as our main ropes but hopefully they would hold up until we made it to the bottom. Just as we started to lose hope we saw the light at the end of the tunnel,

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