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So, in my life so far, I've had 2 occassions to think: but things like this don't happen to me. 1) the reason, only i could possibly understand (and the school social worker [not because i'm trying to say i'm special and need therapy or bull shit like that. I just knew i needed to tell some one and get it off my chest and no friend of mine would understand. I told her flat out that i don't want her to ask me anything, I just wanted to tell her what happened, no legal action necessary.]), why steve weaver is the fucking lowest scum in this dimension and 2) friday, june 13th.
Actually, it started on the 12th. Me and essie and zoe went camping in chataqua gorge, at a rather remote spot. To get from my car to the campsite, we had to carry all our shit from a parking lot, down hill, across a creek, and then about a 1/4 mile up stream, scaling the very slippery shale walls.
I should mention here that essie had been to this site before, but in late july during a drought, and the creek was very dry then. It was up to mid-calf now, and it had been raining all day and night.
I should also mention here that I am deathly afraid of fast moving or open bodies of water (and heights, but that comes in later).
So the trek to the site was scary shit and I was seriously doubting being able to make it back to the car for the things we left behind; namely, water, beer, my sleeping bag. But we made it back to the car... only i had left my keys in my purse at the campsite.
So, we went back to the site empty handed, but by that time it was completely dark, and we got nice and lost. I ended up going backwards down a muddy hill due to a combination of essie slipping behind me and a big metal frame of a hiking pack on my back. We got back to the site as it began tp rain, couldn't start a fire, and ended up huddling in one tent, sipping a can of soup, and smoking a few bongs of down town brown just to be able to fall asleep. I slept in zoe's sweatshirt because i was soaked and i had no sleeping bag.
in the morning, we decided to pack the shit up and move to a site closer to the car and on the other side of the creek.
[skip some boring details. oh, i nearly slipped into the rushing creek but saved myself by holing on for dear life to a thorn bush. felt great]
we try to cross the creek, after it had been raining all night and all day, but the water was even higher than the day before and the current lots more rough. Essie slipped and... woosh... there she goes down stream.
At that point, my brain stopped working. all I though was "That didn't just happen."
Me and zoe threw our shit aside and ran, zoe scaling the rocks which had previously taken up 10 minutes to scale in only 30 seconds. Luckily, essie managed to grab an overhanging tree branch before she was just sweapt away into oblivion. I merely stood there in shock, about to throw up because my aquaphobia was just taking my whole perception and fucking it up the ass (pardon me.). But, as zoe reached to help essie, she also fell in.
"THAT sure as HELL didn't just happen."
I snapped out of that quickly and ran for the cell phone. Before I knew it, essie and zoe had shimmied across the branch to safety, and i was staring dumbfounded at my cell phone, watching water move around inside the screen. no calling for help.
skipping more bs, we searched the island for signs of civilization. I found a path made by what looked like wheels so i figured, "maybe it's not an island, i mean, a thing with big wheels has to have gotten out here some how. so if we follow the wheel treads, we'll find people, or a road, at least.
about two hours later, we've followed the trail as far up the hill as we could manage, the rest of the trail nearly at a 90 degree angle. so we went back down and started heading down stream towards the area where we crossed before, then past, just looking for a decent place to cross and not be sweapt away or sink in up over our heads.
about another hour later we started trying to cross. Mind you, ths seems simple enough, but after two of the three in your party nearly died that morning, it's hard to get them back in the water. But, the fact of the matter was, if we didn't cross the creek we were stranded there for good. So being stuck on that island with only one goal: to get across a fucking creek about as wide as a three lane road and up to our hips was driving us crazy. Plus the fact that we hadn't had water since the day before around 5 o'clock, and here we were trying to escape it.
We decided we could make it if the three of us held hands. but, not even half way, essie slipped, and zoe went down with her. So there I was, squeezing essie's hand in a death grip, my feet twisted between two rocks for stability, essie clutching zoe's hand, the current pushing the train like a flag in a wind storm.
We got out of that after some rough crawling across stones, and tried again even further down stream, waaaaay past the parking lot.
This time, it was scary as fuck, and we moved ever so slowly, inching forward, but we made it. It was possibly one of the greatest moments ever, because we knew once we got on the other side of the creek it was just a matter of finding out way back to the parking lot.
But it wasn't that easy, of course. The parking lot was up hill, so we figured if we back tracked, went up stream, and up the hill, we'd get there eventually. But no, we were in a gorge after all, so, desperate to get the fuck out of there, we climbed a, maybe... 100 degree angle of a hill, about 100 feet up. Mine and essie's shoes had no traction, so we knew if we put all our weight on our feet, after all the rain and the clay in the ground, we'd slip down to the rocks below and go *splish.* So we pulled our selves up the hill with our arms by grabbing on to tree roots.
HAHAHA but we got to the top, looked over the peak, and saw that it was a fucking dirt wall, comletely cut out of the hill side. So we scooted on our butts back down the hill, and continued alongside the creek. essie recognized the swimming hole from the summer before and knew we were close, so we ran up the hill to the car, pulled out three gallons of water, and found out what time it was.
12:30 pm!! heheheh we're fucks. we must have been up at like 6 in the morning seeing as how we were all wet and cold all night.
SO, we changed into dry clothes in the car, and we stopped at the Denny's in the Angora rest stop and, lo and behold, on the radio was Elton John informing us that someone had saved his life that night. !
but anyway, i'm sure it sounds trivial and dumb, it still does to me, but at the time it was scary shit and it was a very real possibility that we would be stuck there forever (seeing as how only one person knew where we were) or die trying to escape it.
But anyway, I'm so sore it's ridiculous, all cut up and shit just in time for prom. so FUCK YOU NATURE ha ha ha now who's the illest?
Actually, it started on the 12th. Me and essie and zoe went camping in chataqua gorge, at a rather remote spot. To get from my car to the campsite, we had to carry all our shit from a parking lot, down hill, across a creek, and then about a 1/4 mile up stream, scaling the very slippery shale walls.
I should mention here that essie had been to this site before, but in late july during a drought, and the creek was very dry then. It was up to mid-calf now, and it had been raining all day and night.
I should also mention here that I am deathly afraid of fast moving or open bodies of water (and heights, but that comes in later).
So the trek to the site was scary shit and I was seriously doubting being able to make it back to the car for the things we left behind; namely, water, beer, my sleeping bag. But we made it back to the car... only i had left my keys in my purse at the campsite.
So, we went back to the site empty handed, but by that time it was completely dark, and we got nice and lost. I ended up going backwards down a muddy hill due to a combination of essie slipping behind me and a big metal frame of a hiking pack on my back. We got back to the site as it began tp rain, couldn't start a fire, and ended up huddling in one tent, sipping a can of soup, and smoking a few bongs of down town brown just to be able to fall asleep. I slept in zoe's sweatshirt because i was soaked and i had no sleeping bag.
in the morning, we decided to pack the shit up and move to a site closer to the car and on the other side of the creek.
[skip some boring details. oh, i nearly slipped into the rushing creek but saved myself by holing on for dear life to a thorn bush. felt great]
we try to cross the creek, after it had been raining all night and all day, but the water was even higher than the day before and the current lots more rough. Essie slipped and... woosh... there she goes down stream.
At that point, my brain stopped working. all I though was "That didn't just happen."
Me and zoe threw our shit aside and ran, zoe scaling the rocks which had previously taken up 10 minutes to scale in only 30 seconds. Luckily, essie managed to grab an overhanging tree branch before she was just sweapt away into oblivion. I merely stood there in shock, about to throw up because my aquaphobia was just taking my whole perception and fucking it up the ass (pardon me.). But, as zoe reached to help essie, she also fell in.
"THAT sure as HELL didn't just happen."
I snapped out of that quickly and ran for the cell phone. Before I knew it, essie and zoe had shimmied across the branch to safety, and i was staring dumbfounded at my cell phone, watching water move around inside the screen. no calling for help.
skipping more bs, we searched the island for signs of civilization. I found a path made by what looked like wheels so i figured, "maybe it's not an island, i mean, a thing with big wheels has to have gotten out here some how. so if we follow the wheel treads, we'll find people, or a road, at least.
about two hours later, we've followed the trail as far up the hill as we could manage, the rest of the trail nearly at a 90 degree angle. so we went back down and started heading down stream towards the area where we crossed before, then past, just looking for a decent place to cross and not be sweapt away or sink in up over our heads.
about another hour later we started trying to cross. Mind you, ths seems simple enough, but after two of the three in your party nearly died that morning, it's hard to get them back in the water. But, the fact of the matter was, if we didn't cross the creek we were stranded there for good. So being stuck on that island with only one goal: to get across a fucking creek about as wide as a three lane road and up to our hips was driving us crazy. Plus the fact that we hadn't had water since the day before around 5 o'clock, and here we were trying to escape it.
We decided we could make it if the three of us held hands. but, not even half way, essie slipped, and zoe went down with her. So there I was, squeezing essie's hand in a death grip, my feet twisted between two rocks for stability, essie clutching zoe's hand, the current pushing the train like a flag in a wind storm.
We got out of that after some rough crawling across stones, and tried again even further down stream, waaaaay past the parking lot.
This time, it was scary as fuck, and we moved ever so slowly, inching forward, but we made it. It was possibly one of the greatest moments ever, because we knew once we got on the other side of the creek it was just a matter of finding out way back to the parking lot.
But it wasn't that easy, of course. The parking lot was up hill, so we figured if we back tracked, went up stream, and up the hill, we'd get there eventually. But no, we were in a gorge after all, so, desperate to get the fuck out of there, we climbed a, maybe... 100 degree angle of a hill, about 100 feet up. Mine and essie's shoes had no traction, so we knew if we put all our weight on our feet, after all the rain and the clay in the ground, we'd slip down to the rocks below and go *splish.* So we pulled our selves up the hill with our arms by grabbing on to tree roots.
HAHAHA but we got to the top, looked over the peak, and saw that it was a fucking dirt wall, comletely cut out of the hill side. So we scooted on our butts back down the hill, and continued alongside the creek. essie recognized the swimming hole from the summer before and knew we were close, so we ran up the hill to the car, pulled out three gallons of water, and found out what time it was.
12:30 pm!! heheheh we're fucks. we must have been up at like 6 in the morning seeing as how we were all wet and cold all night.
SO, we changed into dry clothes in the car, and we stopped at the Denny's in the Angora rest stop and, lo and behold, on the radio was Elton John informing us that someone had saved his life that night. !
but anyway, i'm sure it sounds trivial and dumb, it still does to me, but at the time it was scary shit and it was a very real possibility that we would be stuck there forever (seeing as how only one person knew where we were) or die trying to escape it.
But anyway, I'm so sore it's ridiculous, all cut up and shit just in time for prom. so FUCK YOU NATURE ha ha ha now who's the illest?
