Chelsey loves to teach people how to slackline. Oh - and she is very good at it. Gentle, encouraging, skilled at pointing out things they can do to improve. Now don't get me wrong, I love teaching it too, but maybe it is the fact that I've done so much of it that having someone else do it instead is like a breath of fresh air.
It is one of the reasons I love traveling with Sam so much too. I am quite comfortable as the assumed "front man" of the YogaSlackers band, but Sam (and now Chelsey) seem to thrive on the one on one interactions.
The line that was set up in Frey was old school nylon, really bouncy, and set up over a a rocky somewhat treacherous landing - especially for barefoot slackers. I was hesitant to start teaching anyone from the small crowd of trekkers and climbers who were watching us play. They all had that look in their eyes - eagerness, wonder, curious self assessment. As Chels, Dan and I played and performed, we could almost hear their thoughts.
"I wonder if I could do that?"
"It looks so easy, I want to try?"
"When are those Americans gonna get off and let someone else try?"
My thoughts responded with caution - thinking that this was a less than ideal place to learn just about anything on the slackline. Chelsey obviously disagreed.
Here is a brief (and rough video) of a bit of the hour that followed.
Thanks to Chels, Sam, Dan, Paul, the other Dan, and all the others whose enthusiasm and skill make the YogaSlackers always look good.