Miramar, Costa Rica –

“Don’t step on the wood. It’s slick.”

Now you tell me.

We were about three quarters of the way through the series of zip lines. Twenty-five of them to be exact. And we had about a half-dozen still to go.

But to get to the next line, we had to hike down a series of steps carved into the mountain side.

These steps consisted of mostly dirt, with a wooden board acting as a retaining wall, at the edge of each step.

I had just put too much of my weight on the wood retainer at the edge of one of those steps.

And I had just gone flying down the mountain side, but not on any of the zip lines.

I went flying, on my butt, down several of the steps…

Ouch!

Actually, it was more of a whoops than an ouch.

It didn’t hurt.

As long as I didn’t move.

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