You're Done Here, Buddy

Anyone who’s attended college west of the Mississippi or in the crunchier parts of the Northeast should be familiar with the activity that is the subject of today’s post. Slacklining, a pastime of total headballs and identity discovering college students, is best described by the Colorado Slackline Club as the sport of walking a small, flat nylon rope between two points. Yet, i’m not totally sure why such a hobby should be considered a sport or an activity, even.  My aim is not to suggest that some of the slacklining communities’ more heroic fetes are Done Here, Buddy. A slackline session, however, more often than not resembles a potluck dinner gone drum circle, in which no food is served and no drums are present … well, maybe  a few drums are present.  You know. The djembe. The congo … the Done Here, Buddy.

This slackliner enjoys a moment on the line.