Posted on 07/17/2009 9:17:53 PM PDT by JoeProBono
Sleep would be better than the horror of sawing into my neck.
Now if you are a crazy Muslim trying to saw into my neck I am going Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris on you. WhaaaaAAAH!
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You said — I’m with you. I have a high tolerance for cold but if I had to die I would prefer to wear myself down, sit and wait.
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I got my car stuck up at Mary’s Peak one time (in Oregon, not far outside of Corvallis, or rather closer to Philomath). And it was very late in the day and no one else came up there, so I had to walk out...
A snow-storm moved in, and I had no coat, was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, and I walked down in the snowstorm. I was a sight to behold, covered with snow, sticking on me in the front, as the wind was coming at my face for a while (until the road changed directions).
While walking in the snowstorm it was sorta, okay, but I was getting cold, and then when I had dropped down enough in elevation, it was rain from then on. And I was soaked, and it was extremely dark at that point. I had to make sure I kept on the road by listening to the crunch of the gravel under my feet, because it was too dark to see the road. A few times, I started running, to keep warm, but I had to be careful not to run off the road (as it was a twisty and turning road in the mountains). And the edge of the road had big drop-offs in spots. And so, when I would run along, I would listen for the gravel under foot, and when I didn’t hear it any more, I stopped immediately, and would get down on my hands and knees and feel around for the gravel, because I knew (from being there many times before) I could just take one step and step off the edge and fall down a few hundred feet. So, I would feel around with my hands to find the road again... LOL... (I really couldn’t see it, because it was so darned dark that night). It seemed to be totally dark in facing the west side of the peak, but later on, and further on down, I seemed to be able to see a bit better (very slightly so) as I came around the mountain and away from it shielding me from the Willamette Valley. There seemed to be more light leakage from the Willamette Valley further on down.
Along the way down, I was getting tired and was soaked through and through, with first the snow storm up above and then the continuous rain as I got lower in elevation. It never stopped all the way down, and at a certain point I thought about just resting and catching a few winks.
As I was at a lower elevation, and as it seemed a bit more clearer and not so dark on the road, I spotted a bush close to the road and I was thinking to myself I wanted to just sit down there. It looked so inviting and I was just about ready to do it, just to get some rest. But, something said to me “don’t do it; keep going...” and so I gave up on that idea and kept going.
I was told later on, by those who know about people who get lost out in the woods (I wasn’t actually lost, as I was on the road down to the main highway, but it was a very long walk to do it by foot), that if people feel tired and want to rest a bit, feel really sleepy, that this is a sign of hypothermia and they usually don’t ever wake up again, once they go to sleep late at night like that. So, whatever that little voice in my head was, that told me not to do it (i.e., sleep at that bush) was what kept me going and kept me heading for the main highway.
Once I was there, there was hardly any traffic on the highway (it was late Sunday night, almost midnight), but I finally flagged down a car and got a ride into Corvallis, back home again and got a good night’s sleep... :-)
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The next day, I had to come back up there again, to get my car out of the snow that it was stuck in (there was still a lot of snow up there, at that time of the year). I brought a few friends, and we push the car out of the snow where it was stuck and I drove my car back on down to Corvallis again.
Mary’s Peak has a great view of the Willamette Valley. It’s the highest mountain peak on the Oregon Coast Range of mountains.
Marys Peak
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marys_Peak
That may sound primitive until you think about societies believing that their industrial activity is giving the earth a fever.
If there was climate change occurring (which is an ongoing phenomena) then some idiot probably convinced everyone sacrifice was necessary to save the world.
Sound familiar?
A Boy and his Dog
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