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Shit happened to me in middle school at the age of 18, I was hiking since quit a few years then, so I was semi-experienced. So, the story:
>we go on a one day hike with my class, it was a biology class so this was kinda a field trip. Note that our teacher was the sport teacher too so he choose a pretty long and hard trail.
>We're around halfway in a canyon, I'm pretty bored, some others are already exhausted, I decide to show off because I somewhat knew that area, by leaving the trail that goes around a steep hill to cross said hill and descend to the other side where is a big cave, thus appearing magically in front of everyone ;-)))
>my planned route was pic related (orange: plan, blue: where I went, green: trail) easy on the uphill but quite dangerous on the descent, still shorter and less tiring than the official trail
>I sneak to the bushes and easily run to the top of the hill, I cross the peak and start climbing down
>its easy in the beginning, then gets getting steeper and steeper
>it starts to get fucking steep, like easily more than 45 degrees steep, where the ground was eroded by the rain and was pretty thin and slippery of dirt
>I don't want to turn back because muh teenager pride, decide to go further
>trees I could hang on to are too far, I start to panic and lay on my back, basically crushing everything in my backpack just to lower my point of balance
>I notice a smaller tree in front of me, like 5 metres down the slope
>I decide to run for it and catch it
>the tree cracks fucking loudly and starts bending over my weight, I'm now panicking like shit
>I run for the next tree, I almost miss it but I can catch it and hug it by both hands so I'm kinda hanging on it, looking down the now almost vertical wall of limestone and dirt that's around 13 metres deep
>ifuckedup.jpg
>I look to the side, and I see that the entrance of the cave is like 6 metres away, where the slope is much less steep, amd it turns into a horizontal platform at the entrance