Yes, yes, more Belize. Honest, I will get it all out of my system someday. Maybe. Meanwhile check this out.
We went on a zip line. A zip line is a cable run through the jungle canopy that you ride with the help of a couple of pulleys, a harness, and some thick gloves. Oh, and a couple of hunky tour guides.
This one was at a resort close to Banana Bank. I don’t remember the name of the resort, but they had cave tubing and other fun stuff too which we didn’t get around to. We might have if I hadn’t been sunburned and/or my mother hobbled by surgery, but this was probably enough adventure for us.
We walked up the path depicted above, then walked some more, and some more. The entire ride is manual from start to finish. At least parts of the path were interesting. Check out the designs in the walkway.
Once at the top the guides attached our pulleys to the cable and away we go! My dd needed a little encouragement.
You’re weight carries you from platform to platform.
You use your hands, covered in thick leather gloves, as brakes by grabbing on to the cable. I was pretty good at it. I didn’t brake too much and end up in the middle of the cable between platforms, nor did I crash into the tour guide waiting on the next platform except for once.
It’s a fast ride between one platform and the next. Here’s the only shot I managed to get from mid-cable:
This was a dinky little line. The highest point was only 80 feet up and there were only 6 platforms. We repelled down to the ground from the last platform. The whole thing, even considering how slowly my mother and I were moving going up the trail, was only about an hour long. I hear there’s one over in Bolivia that has 18 platforms. Hmmm…..
Is it just me, or has the Internet gone wonky? I’m so tired of getting booted off! Posts that I write keep getting obliterated, made as insubstantial as electronic dust.
Banana Bank Lodge is owned by a Montana rancher and his wife, Carolyn Carr. Carolyn is an artist specializing in paintings of Belize people and animals. We were privileged to visit her studio.
This is what it looked like from the outside:
You can certainly see the Montana influence on the steps leading from the door to the studio. Frankly, it makes me think more Texas and New Mexico than Montana.
You can see some of her fabulous paintings along the wall here. Her work turned up in prints and on T-shirts all over Belize.
I wish I had taken a second shot of this painting so you could see how the part sticking out fit in with the rest. I had assumed incorrectly the painting would be posted on her web site.
It’s a very warm and inviting space, but I understand Carolyn’s desire from something with more light.
They are working on a new studio for her now. By the time you get there, it may be done.
Am I the only one who sees an awful lot of Romance in the Comics lately? Check it out:
Yes, more Belize pictures. I know it’s been a couple of months since I took the trip, but there are still things I haven’t blogged about. If you all will put up with me a little longer….
Banana Bank Lodge is near Belmopan, the nation’s capital, and well into the jungle. We skirted around the edges of Belmopan without actually seeing any of it. Luckily Banana Bank’s Internet site provides excellent directions, right down to pictures of turning points along the way. Good thing, too, because we would have been lost very quickly without them.
We didn’t hit this sign until we were nearly there.
This is the main building, which includes a number of guest rooms.
This is where we stayed.
Unluckily, all the shots I took of the inside came out dark and blurry.
“He tells me EVERYTHING. You’d think he’d know better. There are just some things a son needs to protect his mother from.”
I’m feeling better and better. Our house guest left around noon, so Mr. Al and I enjoyed a video; Chronicles of Ridick. I love it. I really hope to local video store has more.
I’m weaning myself from the pain meds, but forgive me if I’m still a little dopey. It hurts around the incisions and the hernia, but the chest pains are gone, so I assume the gas as been absorbed. The only time I really hurt is when I cough.
I’m going to kick back and take it easy this week end. Hopefully by Monday I’ll be able to catch up on my blog roll. Right now sitting at my desk is a problem and my laptop doesn’t have the bookmarks.
Thank you to everyone who surfed in to check on me. I haven’t been good about responding, but I do appreciate all of you.
Tomorrow, or rather today if you are reading this on Wednesday, is the day I go in for surgery. I am thoroughly unprepared. I did not lay in TV dinners. I did not arrange for someone to care for me. I did not stock up on books and videos, though I still have about a hundred books in my TBR pile anyway.
Except to make sure the kids would be covered as need be, I have done nothing, not even my will.
I think it’s because I really don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to feed energy to my fears. I try to visualize a quick and easy surgery for my doctors and mostly succeeded. I have excused myself for being out of it for a few days. Outside of that, I’m just going to let things happen as they will.
Cross you fingers for me.
After all these years of serving as stage manager, not only did the instructor finally start calling me stage manger, she gave me flowers on closing night! It was soooooo cool! She had someone take away the flowers I was handing out to all the little kids, dragged me out to the middle of the stage, put a spot light on us, and introduced me to the audience. Not only did they actually applaud me, but afterwards several people congratulated me on a good job! Thing was, this was one of the easiest years.
I accept this accolade as a reward for all my time of service and would like to say “This is so cool! Thank you!”
I neglected my blogroll yesterday, just when a bunch of people had things to say. India Carolina is struggling with revisions. Join the club! Tessa won Ericka’s Name-My-Hero contest. Tessa is struggling with contest results. Milady Insanity is just as bad about fabric as I am, only for different reasons. Suzanne McMinn has a new book out. Have you checked her out yet? She has an interesting blog.
And I missed it all because I was stitching an extension on a backdrop, painting giant mushrooms, learning how a fog machine works, taking my daughter out of class early for a run through, coming up with something for us to eat, moving props around, yadda, yadda, yadda. IRL got in the way of my cyber life on my favorite day.
Why was I doing all that? Because I’m a stage mom. My dear daughter is in both tap dance and a general sort of dance thing that has bits of modern and bits of ballet in it. It’s recital time, and of course I help. Yep, I’m stage manager.
The first section is a story thing a lot like a ballet. That’s where I do the managing. I get to wear the headphones and talk to lighting and sound people and tell everybody what to do. Unluckily I HAVE to wear the headphones and tell everyone what to do. Woe is me when I screw it up.
We have another show tonight. I’ll let you know how it went tomorrow.