My friend's daughter still wanted to go, though. I was fine trying it again, she would be my Girl Guide in case I got in a fix, but I can't say I wasn't dreading it a bit. And like I said, I thought perhaps I could conquer the high wire this time, because I had a better idea of what I was dealing with. We also had a staff member along with us for the whole journey, which turned out to be infinitely helpful. If nothing else he kept telling me I was doing a good job along the way. Though it made me feel like I was eight, needing that kind of encouragement, it helped my motivation.
I did do better on the forty foot rock wall with thinner shoes.
I didn't make it two steps before tragedy struck. After I settled into my reality of the moment, with my feet still on the wire, but me stuck basically hanging off to the side, the guide said, "You can still do this on your own, your feet are still on it." So I "walked" myself to the platform, Girl Guide and Gray Wolf cheering me on. Gray Wolf handed me a bottle of water as my reward when I was standing and ready to clip on to the next zipline.
I was pretty exhausted by that point, mostly because it was much hotter yesterday than it was earlier in the month when my husband and I did it. I didn't really realize my fatigue until we had to ascend another net to the next zipline. I was doing fine, until my right leg thought otherwise, tried to take the easy way out and buckled, falling through the hole in the net. In theory, it shouldn't have been a big deal to just pull it out, but I couldn't lift my leg high enough to clear the rope strands. Gray Wolf came to my rescue. By then I managed to reach down and flip the square of net off my knee, then he grabbed it from around my foot and I finished my ascent.
All in all, I didn't feel like I had done better than the first time, but as the bracelet they gave me at the end said, "I survived." And still my girl guide maintains I didn't take my feet off the wire, and I did finish the course. So there's that.