Monday, July 20, 2009
I used to watch Survivorman. Not sure if I will anymore.
Yesterday I visited a local state park because they offered several mountain bike trails of varying difficulty. After riding several miles to the park I then proceeded to meander through the more touristy parts and the lake. With the sun quickly setting I decided I better get going to the trails. Once I got in the trails, I didn't pay much attention to the
thick brush and many tall trees. I went on several trails, some I had no business being on, but it was fun, challenging and I survived.
Ok, now how do I get out of here? The trails had taken me deeper into the maze of trails towards the center of the park and light was fading fast, more so with the trees blocking what little there was. Another sign that I should have noticed: no other riders...NONE! The forest started coming to life and the trails were getting harder to see. At one point had to use my cell phone as flashlight just to see the trail map I was lucky enough to grab earlier. Honestly, if there weren't some well placed signs, and there weren't many, or I didn't have that map or my phone or didn't keep my cool I really don't know if I'd be here typing this. Things could've easily gone further south than they already had. Basically had to hike it out with the bike because the paths were rooty, uneven and now unseeable at speed. And I knew if I added an injury to the mix, things could get really ugly. It took about an hour but I eventually made it back to the trail head. It was beyond twilight but I was overjoyed. Never been so happy to see car headlights or the big dipper.
Back to Les Stroud and Survivorman. I used to think putting yourself in those situations was somewhat exciting. If you love adrenaline and that unique emotional smorgasbord, it is. What happened to me was trying to do too much too late in the day with little forethought for my safety. The fact that he does this repeatedly makes me wonder. Guys and gals, be careful out there.