When it comes to doing
dumb adventurous stuff in the great outdoors, sometimes Mother Nature kicks your ass and nearly kills you.
Fortunately for me, I’ve only been in a few bad situations. The “best” example I can think of was when two of my buddies and I decided to canoe a raging, flooded river.
At one point, the canoe tipped, and the three of us were scattered in the river trying to collect gear. One buddy and I were able to grab the canoe, but flipping the thing in a swift current was impossible.
Eventually we were carried over a flooded island, where somehow the two of us got wedged underneath the canoe which was jammed between two trees.
I remember the water filling up what little space we had to breathe, and then looking over at my terrified friend and thinking “this might be the end.”
I have no idea how we both got out from underneath the canoe, because my foot was caught in something and we were pinned downed pretty good. But we did.
We were left standing waist deep in floodwater in complete shock when we realized we had no idea where our other buddy was. We also thought we lost the canoe. We were stranded. I’ve never felt so hopeless.
After a while we heard a small engine struggling up the current, and we knew we had to flag the boat down. Turns out the guy actually saw us getting in trouble from across the river and came to help. He also said our buddy was about a mile downstream. With the canoe.
I’ve had a few close calls since then, but nothing nearly as intense as that day.
Now it’s your turn. Tell me about a time outdoors where you thought “this might be the end.”