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Had my ass saved by a man dressed as Mr. Tumnis from the CS Lewis once.
>First backpacking trip with new girlfriend.
>High (relatively) altitude wilderness in a national forest in April but we brought plenty of warm gear and she was a real trooper
>Set up camp on first night, have lots of fun, wake to fresh snow.
>Feel weak after breakfast, cache some gear to get after the loop is done because my pack feels a lot heavier than it did
>Day goes on, strength seems to recover
>Stop for lunch, cold front blows in while eating
>wind and rain, probably 35 degrees, I catch a chill I just can't shake
>Need to stop and rest every mile slogging in the rain, no strength but I keep pushing
>night approaching, need to find a sheltered spot to make camp because I am definitely feverish
>gf asks how I will feel that night,
"I will probably survive it"
>push on to a campsite at gf's behest.
>Get a ride from some dudes in a jeep, one of them has fursuit pants on, claims they were from a Halloween costume where he went as Mr. Tumnis and they were the only warm pants he had
>on their way to town to buy new pants
>Didn't have the heart to tell him there was no store, I really need off these mountains
>Get to truck, drive back to gf's through a snowstorm, spend the next three days writhing around and hallucinating in a fever induced delerium
Desu I would have died from my own stubbornness if it wasn't for Mr. Tumnis and his jeep.
