Now that last one was brave . . .
1 Like
If it was at Sunny Hills High School in Fullerton CA, it was. 
3 Likes
I don’t actually enjoy risky behavior, and am terrified of heights - that said, after reading the thread I realize I’ve done several that would absolutely land in the category of “daredevil”
- Hot air balloon
- White water rafting in Mexico
- At 17 I hitchhiked from Malibu to Toronto, stayed 2 weeks there and hitched back (times were different then, but as a 62 year old female I realize I really was engaging in an extremely risky endeavor)
- Ziplined in Mexico (twice)
- Parasailed
- Took a bus from New Delhi to Agra and hitchhiked back
- Cave dove on Big Island, HI and have this amazing soda bottle to show for it, it’s actually labeled “Hilo, T. H.” (territory of Hawaii - so prior to becoming a state!)
4 Likes
I’m not really a physical adrenaline junkie, but I guess you’d say a cultural one. I’d never skydive, climb on anything that requires a harness or even do any rides scarier than a child-sized roller coaster at an amusement park. I do like to hike, camp and do moderate white-water rafting (in a large raft with others with stronger arms than me!)
But I have always loved to throw myself in unique situations and explore the four corners of the earth, so-to-speak. The air-conditioned tour bus is not for me!
As a teenager I spent two summers doing homestays in Spain and Denmark. Not really a daredevil thing, but I was an extremely shy kid so I was definitely going outside of my comfort zone. It was my own idea to go,not my parents’. It wasn’t the sort of program with structured activities with other American kids every day…you were dropped off with a family and you figured out the rest, mostly.
Then, twice I did tours with Peace Corps in Paraguay and Sierra Leone (right before the civil war there) both times living in tiny agricultural villages off of dirt roads, with no running water or electricity, a couple of hours trip from any other American. Both times I extended for a third year in the capitol cities (once with Peace Corps, another with UNICEF). I guess, too many mini- adventures to tell. Like the times I worked in a rice swamp in the rainy season with lightening all around. Or the time I was served bull frog on a plate of rice (not the legs, mind you, the whole frog, belly up, a feast of honor!) Or the time I decided I was sick and tired of being squashed in a packed lorry bus in equatorial heat for six or eight hours to the capitol and got a bad feeling about the lorry I was about to enter. I decided to try my luck at hitchhiking. Waiting on the road I ditched my egalitarian standards to take a ride with some wealthy Lebanese teenagers In a Mercedes (almost certainly black market diamond dealers’ kids). Sixty miles down the road we passed the lorry I had snubbed. Only, the Mercedes driver had to weave around dozens of dead bodies because the lorry had been crashed into by another trying to pass on the two-lane, rutted highway. That day, hitchhiking was definitely safer.
I could go on and on. I guess the single most daredevil thing I’ve done is to travel alone (usually I’d go with another Peace Corps friend) for three months in a big circle overland around West Africa. This was before iPhones or flip phones. No one really knew where I was or when, exactly I’d return. I had to fly to Abidjan, Ivory Coast from Sierra Leone because the war in Liberia had already broken out. But otherwise it was bus, bush taxi, back of pickup, back of huge open semi market trucks packed with people, riverboat and camel through Ghana, Burkina Faso, Niger (up to the Air mountains in the Sahara), Timbouctu, Mali (up the Niger River by boat) and back down through Guinea into eastern Sierra Leone. Nothing bad happened to me in all that time, other than a few extra parasites 
I think of my daughter doing this and I want to faint! No problem, though…she’s a homebody 
11 Likes
Just ziplining and scuba here (absolutely no cave diving…my worst nightmare).
For all you skydivers, have you seen this guy who jumps with no parachute, and lands in netting?
6 Likes
Crazy!
My college roommate and I hitchhiked round trip from Ann Arbor to San Francisco in 1974. We got a ride on the way back to MI from a guy who said he’d take us to Kansas if we could drive. The guy was clearly drunk, but we figured it was OK because we would be driving. The guy pulled out a pocketful of bills and said to use the money for gas; he got in the back seat and passed out. We got in the car and started driving. The guy woke up once and asked us to stop so he could buy beer. We got off the highway and he bought beer. He drank the beer, didn’t say a word and passed out again. The second time he woke up, he asked to go to a truck stop. Again, we drove until we found one. When the guy returned to the car, he said he changed his mind about going to Kansas and was going to stay in Colorado because the cops would be looking for him in Kansas. At this point, we said we’d stay at the truck stop. He got in the car, said thanks for driving, and drove away. I am not sure this is daring— it’s more like stupid. We were very lucky! Hitchhiking was much more common back then, but it was still stupid.
6 Likes
Past : Ziplining on a mountain near Vancouver
Current: I am training to run my first marathon (at age 64). I don’t know if that qualifies as “daredevil” but I am scared!
10 Likes
With your user name a marathon sounds dangerous.
8 Likes
It does if going on a naturist cruise with 3,000 people also does. Not saying who that might be…
1 Like
LOL that’s funny…truth is I have had a few falls while running. My user name was actually chosen because of my favorite season, but it applies in this way too.
1 Like
I had assumed you were an autumn fan but couldn’t resist😀
1 Like
And awesome job going for the marathon, very impressive!!
1 Like
I’ve done a few mountain 100 milers. I was trained for them so it wasn’t really that daredevil until the lightning storm moved in while I was at 13k feet. Still scares me when I remember it!
I also did the John Muir Trail (211-225 miles) in 8 days. It’s very remote in places and in order to go that fast I had to bring very few things. I slept under a tarp and was so tight on food that I ate one cliff bar on the last day which was about 25 miles including climbing Whitney. I ate 3 hamburgers at the trailhead! lol.
5 Likes
That’s the only way I would do it again! I admit that it was awesome … up until I crashed.
Taught my teenager how to drive a car.
18 Likes
We met a lot of nice truckers on our hitchhiking adventure. One picked us up early in the AM and took us to his favorite highway diner and paid for our breakfast. Worst thing that happened was raccoons getting into our backpacks that we’d left on the picnic table while we slept in our tent. Among other things, sanitary products were shredded and strewn everywhere.
Also, we were “interviewed” by secret service who were in the area on the lookout for suspicious characters such as ourselves while David Frost was taping interviews with Richard Nixon not too far away.
7 Likes
I did the hitchhike thing back I the late ,70’s truckers would pick me up and then when they had to vere off, would get on the CB and ask who was going my direction. Then would meet and I would get out of one truck and into anothér.
That being said, I must have been crazy. What the hell was I thinking
5 Likes
Probably more dangerous to pick up hitchhikers than to be a hitchhiker.
1 Like
My husband decided to stop hitchhiking in the '70s when a creepy old guy who picked him up propositioned him!
2 Likes