A few years ago, I spent 20 minutes that felt like about 20 hours extricating myself from a treewell. With Mr.AG and Rotney standing probably 50 yards away, and they couldn't hear my screams for help. I could hear them talking about a porcupine they saw up in a tree, carrying on a conversation and wondering where I was. Which I think was the most terrifying part - I knew they were close but they couldn't hear me at all under the snow. We bought whistles after that.
But what the hell. We all own them, why not wear them when conditions are even a little questionable?
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow, what a Ride!"
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