Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:09 pm
Gather 'round Allegites, as dear ol' djer-buh-kah tells y'all a story from the criptkeeper.
So way back when, before the fears of Y2K even, I was a boyscout living in the badlands of Quebexico.
Our troop decided that we were heading off to the Canadian Jamboree up in Northern Ontario that year - where an expected 6 000 to 10 000 scouts were to be, and I was the youngest in our group going by far.
Now there were plenty of activities going on - and each troop was entitled to a certain amount.
One day, possibly for something extra to do, we went to go play in some rapids.
One of the guys, who was kind of a douche, set up a rope on a big rock under the bridge we were at. The objective there was just to hang on the rope and let the riverflow keep you off your toes.
So anyway, I'm on this thing, and he boots me off.
I am moved to the other side of the river, then try to make my way back.
The river is sort of too awkward to pass regularly though so I try to make it by staying low.
NOPE! The rockbed is super elevated in this area, so there's only like 4 inches of water, moving very fast, over smooth rock.
The rock as well is all lightly covered in algae, so I have zero traction.
I slide and slide, trying with no success to get to my feet or stop myself from moving. I speed up, keep sliding and sliding... and.. OH NOES! There is a waterfall ahead! It is like a 6 or 7 ft drop onto more rock.
I am JUST ABOUT TO FALL OVER when these older dudes who are in no way affiliated with my troop grab me.
Only one of them has me by one arm. I am like half-way off the waterfall, suspended. He can't lift me out.
They tell me to reach with my other hand to the other dude, but my other hand was holding my swim trunks on from all of the water that was flowing!
Sooo.. The risk increasing, eventually I just do it.
My trunks fall off, and they pull me up.
Being naked has saved my life, and I've never looked back on that philosophy since.
So way back when, before the fears of Y2K even, I was a boyscout living in the badlands of Quebexico.
Our troop decided that we were heading off to the Canadian Jamboree up in Northern Ontario that year - where an expected 6 000 to 10 000 scouts were to be, and I was the youngest in our group going by far.
Now there were plenty of activities going on - and each troop was entitled to a certain amount.
One day, possibly for something extra to do, we went to go play in some rapids.
One of the guys, who was kind of a douche, set up a rope on a big rock under the bridge we were at. The objective there was just to hang on the rope and let the riverflow keep you off your toes.
So anyway, I'm on this thing, and he boots me off.
I am moved to the other side of the river, then try to make my way back.
The river is sort of too awkward to pass regularly though so I try to make it by staying low.
NOPE! The rockbed is super elevated in this area, so there's only like 4 inches of water, moving very fast, over smooth rock.
The rock as well is all lightly covered in algae, so I have zero traction.
I slide and slide, trying with no success to get to my feet or stop myself from moving. I speed up, keep sliding and sliding... and.. OH NOES! There is a waterfall ahead! It is like a 6 or 7 ft drop onto more rock.
I am JUST ABOUT TO FALL OVER when these older dudes who are in no way affiliated with my troop grab me.
Only one of them has me by one arm. I am like half-way off the waterfall, suspended. He can't lift me out.
They tell me to reach with my other hand to the other dude, but my other hand was holding my swim trunks on from all of the water that was flowing!
Sooo.. The risk increasing, eventually I just do it.
My trunks fall off, and they pull me up.
Being naked has saved my life, and I've never looked back on that philosophy since.