I was driving up to Vermont for a New Year’s Eve party.
There was a snowstorm, and a two hour drive turned into a six hour drive. Traffic was completely stopped for about an hour on an interstate. While we were stopped, I had to take a piss, so I went to climb over a snowbank.
When I got to the top, I realized I was standing on an overpass up to my knees in the unstable snow overhang. I could have dropped right through and plummeted to my death.
I was frozen, didn’t want to move for fear the ledge would give way, but I knew I had to, so I slowly began backing up.
I consider myself pretty lucky that is the closest brush I have ever had.
“When I got to the top, I realized I was standing on an overpass up to my knees in the unstable snow overhang. I could have dropped right through and plummeted to my death.”
I’ve read of people dying in very similar circumstances. You were lucky.