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Near death experiences thread? I'll start
>With ex gf on road trip in the summer and decide to stay in the rocky mountain national forest to save money on hotels
>Late as fuck by the time we get there from denver
>First trail is flooded
>Next is closed etc
>Find one that should be open as go higher and higher into the mountains thinking it will be a cosy romantic experience
>Head down the trail with our packs a good ways and eventually realize we've lost it
>Well that's no biggy we'll just start a fire and cook up this pasta and sausages with all this ... sopping wet wood
>Fuck
>Struggle with trying to find dryish wood before I resolve to sacrifice a white t shirt and tear it into strips by which time my lady friend is starting to get hypothermia
>Crouch by our pitifully small campfire like prehistoric apes
>Set up tent and shiver ourselves to sleep with not much more on than a long sleeve each (maybe) with a single summer sleeping bag opened and covering us like a blanket with the dread and depression of knowing we might not make it hanging over us like a cloud but never spoken of
>Laying there I realise that if I had to die anywhere with anyone I'd be alright with it being right there with her
>Wake up to her telling me we were 30 feet from the trail
>With ex gf on road trip in the summer and decide to stay in the rocky mountain national forest to save money on hotels
>Late as fuck by the time we get there from denver
>First trail is flooded
>Next is closed etc
>Find one that should be open as go higher and higher into the mountains thinking it will be a cosy romantic experience
>Head down the trail with our packs a good ways and eventually realize we've lost it
>Well that's no biggy we'll just start a fire and cook up this pasta and sausages with all this ... sopping wet wood
>Fuck
>Struggle with trying to find dryish wood before I resolve to sacrifice a white t shirt and tear it into strips by which time my lady friend is starting to get hypothermia
>Crouch by our pitifully small campfire like prehistoric apes
>Set up tent and shiver ourselves to sleep with not much more on than a long sleeve each (maybe) with a single summer sleeping bag opened and covering us like a blanket with the dread and depression of knowing we might not make it hanging over us like a cloud but never spoken of
>Laying there I realise that if I had to die anywhere with anyone I'd be alright with it being right there with her
>Wake up to her telling me we were 30 feet from the trail
