>>551074>reality sets in and about 15 acid filled minds are brainstorming every which way we can pull our possibly 200lb+ friend out of a basically vertical 15 to 20ft ridge>eventually get our shit together and make a makeshift brace out of sticks and paracord>then basically muscle his ass up on to the trail>someone found a broken lawn chair in the creek that we have him sit in as we carry him ever so slowly along the trail, eventually taking breaks while he crawls his way down the trail>he's a fucking trooper >as the mission drags on we realize there's no way we're getting him out of here before dark>so now we have to bite the bullet and call the rescue team> me and a couple others run ahead to the trail head and call them up and wait it out>they show up in about 30mins and it takes them about another hour to get to him and get him back out >about a 6 hour ordeal at this point, it's about midnight by the time the ambulance leave with him>and after all this the park rangers still have the nerve to pester us about the weed they can apparently smell in our pockets>kindly tell them to fuck off and start on our way back to camp to continue with the trip in honor of our hurt friendPic related, the ridge he jumped off of. Not sure where he jumped though
