My mug while slacklining isn't too much different from these promising youngsters playing video games.
I set up our new slack line in the yard this evening after dinner, before the thunder started rolling in. It is challenging. I wore rock climbing shoes because the ground underneath is rocky and hard and hurts in bare feet--I couldn't find a good place to put the line that was over nice soft grass. Perhaps I'll collect pine needles to make a soft landing pad while I learn the basics. During the short time I was out there I looked most like the third photo. It was fun though. I could easily burn a few hours everyday trying to figure it out. I'm positive it's been said before, but the time required to master this sport is probably what puts the "slack" in slack line.
A video for your enjoyment:
Summer is moving along quickly. We've had a lot of heat here in the Northwest--some real "dog days." We are going to escape in a few weeks to Cannon Beach on the Oregon coast. With our luck it will be cold by then. Also, Veep and I now have tickets to Venice, Italy for the first part of October. This will be her first trip across the Atlantic and only my second. We are excited and reading up in some signature "Rick Steve's" travel guides--seeing as how he knows what he's doing and he's not at all nerdy now that he's come out in support of the decriminalization of marijuana. Of course he still sort of reminds me of the Tim Calhoun character on SNL. In any case, he can still write a mean guide to tourism, it just might take a little longer to write.