Today was our trip to the canopy walkway. It’s an elevated, suspended series of single-file bridges at the top of the trees in a section of rainforest we visited.
To get there, we left our lodge at 6:30 and got on a speedy boat. Bonus: this one was covered. Would have been nice yesterday, but I digress. We took the boat to Indiana, a town so named because the founder’s son went to school in Indianapolis. I so badly wanted it too be a different kind of Indiana with a statue of Harrison Ford in the center of the town square. Can’t have it all, can you?
To get from one side of Indiana to the other, we rode MotoCoaches that’s kind of a vehicular Minotaur made from a motorcycle and a rickshaw, as near as I can figure. Ours was an old Honda with a kickstart and a skilled rider who knew just how to navigate the many potholes and breaks in the double-wide sidewalk that passed for a road. It was really amazing.
Once we were on the correct side of Indiana, we hopped on another boat and made our way to the canopy walkway we spent a little time trudging through some lush forest to the start of the canopy walkway adventure.
It was a series of rope, metal and wood bridges. They were lots of fun, only really perilous to those afraid of heights, and all around good times, with the notable exception of the feeling I got when the metal bits creaked. It felt a little like judgement, and I wanted to defend myself to the material creaking beneath my feet: I’m not that heavy, bridge, and I resent your judgement.
Regardless, it was a great experience.
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