The first time I saw a highline, I had not honestly even heard of slacklining before. A childhood friend came to visit for the weekend, and invited me to join him and a few buddies at a local climbing area outside of Missoula, MT. When we arrived at the edge of a cliff, the guys pulled out hundreds of feet of webbing, tied it to a tree, and hucked it over the edge. As one slacker scrambled down the cliff to climb it up the side, another began setting up the rigging.
I helped everyone pull the line tight, and sat impatiently with my legs dangling over the edge. I could not even begin to comprehend what i was going to watch.
As soon as the first person stood up on the line and started walking, my jaw dropped. People do this in real life?! Then he fell, getting whipped over his leash. In that instant, I knew I was going to get out on that life, one way or another.
My buddy showed me how to tie into the leash, and a person held my hand on each so i could attempt my first steps on a line EVER before i tried my luck at sliding further out and standing.
I slid out, precariously attempted to position myself for a chongo start, pushed upward..... and took a whipper, catching the line with my face on the way down. I spent the rest of time on the line, that day, sliding around like a zipline, hanging upside down by my knees and feet, and learning how to climb back on the line after falling.
I bought my own 60ft setup the next day, and haven’t looked back🤘🏻