“One, two, three, enjoy the ride, bye-bye,” was the last thing I heard before the whoosh of speed and air drowned out most sound. I was ziplining — and attempting to voice a story — on one of six parallel lines running down a mountain in Hoonah.
“One, two, three, enjoy the ride, bye-bye,” was the last thing I heard before the whoosh of speed and air drowned out most sound. I was ziplining — and attempting to voice a story — on one of six parallel lines running down a mountain in Hoonah.