
Literally unimaginable things could happen to you out there. I heard of a man who had stepped from his tent for a midnight pee and was swooped upon by a short-sighted hoot owl - the last he saw of his scalp it was dangling from talons prettily silhouetted against a harvest moon - and of a young woman who was woken by a tickle across her belly and peered into her sleeping bag to find a copperhead bunking down in the warmth between her legs. I heard four separate stories (always related with a chuckle) of campers and bears sharing tents for a few confused and lively moments; stories of people abruptly vaporized ("tweren't nothing left of him but a scorch mark") by body-sized bolts of lightening when caught in sudden storms on high rigelines; of tents crushed beneath falling trees, or eased off precipices on ballberings of beaded rain and sent paragliding on to distant valley floors, or swept away by the watery wall of a flash flood; of hikers beyond counting whose last experience was of trembling earth and the befuddled thought "Now what the ---?"
2 comments:
Not a book-related comment but nice black and white on the phattire homepage.
-Mike
Thanks Mike:
The photography side of my site has been stagnant for an embarrassingly long time now. I thought I'd at least freshen up the home page. The blog is a lot of fun these days so its getting a lot of attention. BTW, I think you'd like A Walk in the Woods.
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