A few years ago my family was invited to a wedding in a medieval winery in the French countryside. You don’t get more than one invite like that in a lifetime, so we jumped at the chance – literally, as it turned out.
On arriving in Languedoc I learned that the bachelor party would involve a morning of canyoning, a sport that involves getting from one end of a river canyon to the other by any means necessary. In this case, those means were climbing up rocks and cliffs and then jumping off them again into the river, then floating downstream, then more climbing and jumping.
Floating in cool, clear water down a river gorge on a hot July day was a delight. The jumping was… something else. But at least jumping off progressively higher
