Bear Grylls Survival expert once a piranha with a piece of bamboo skewers and eaten for breakfast. Aron Ralston was drinking his own urine to survive while trapped under a small rock. I ate freeze-dried beef stroganoff beef with a stone.
In the pantheon of feats of survival, he's probably not the speed.
But it was not just a rock, it was a piece of the ideal form of oil shale be flat and smooth by thousands of years of glacial action Hip Mount Rainier.
I need something. Dinner was ready, scalding hot inside a waterproof zippered pocket. But I was a man without a Spork.
In my haste to climb the ridge to get a sunset photo KO, I left my precious wares.
With the disappearance of light and the mountains are hidden by clouds, or whether to write down the threads of snarfing delicious sauce covered with sour cream noodles or waiting for my return to camp.
The devil, I'm a guy. How do you handle a hungry man? Find it rock.
These moments always remind me of what a beginner, I'm still walking. Even with a dozen trips under my belt, I still forget things, too, get tired easily pack and I'm pretty intolerant of error.
I never know what I should do if a bear approaches - a whistle like crazy, and pretend to direct traffic or fall into a fetal position.
Man vs. Wild? More like Woody Allen against Mother Nature.
I admire a lot of Grylls' cable TV ready for adventure, I will never become a real boy Hardy. And that's fine.
Because I know why I put up a minor inconvenience. It's right there in front of me the next morning, filling my field of vision, a huge chunk of snow-covered mountain is infinitely more complex than the postcard view, we see from the highway.
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