Another of mine:
About three years ago I was hiking in Big Cottonwood Canyon. I heard it was dangerous, but it's a great place to catch some nature. Which, by the way, if funny because I'm a city boy who usually hates nature.
I was about and hour and half into my hike. I was listening to my MP3 player and getting a good workout. The sky was clear and the temperature was in the mid 80s with a slight breeze that made the day perfect. One of those perfect blue summer days.
I was walking along a crescent shaped ridge of rock. I felt the ground tremble. I'm from Burbank, California, so I know what an earthquake feels like, but this felt different. I stopped, looked around, and listened. Nothing. So I went on. After about 10 seconds or so, the whole ridge cut loose. One second it was a great day and the next it was rock avalanche.
Almost comically, the piece of rock I was standing on broke into two pieces as they slid down the mountain. I ended up surfing these down through the avalanche. I'm not really sure how long it lasted, but it seemed to take forever. I guess it was about 30 to 50 seconds. The entire time I was getting pelted by rocks and trying to stay upright and on my "surfboard."
Just as I was coming to a stop, the left piece shot out and heard (and felt) a crack. I didn't know it then, but I'd fractured my tibia.
Because it took some some interesting footwork to get up the way I came from, I knew I couldn't go back. So I figured that I would keep going and find some smooth slope to slide down on to get back to my car. After an hour or so of hobbling, and not getting far, I came to a row of bushes and I pushed through...
Again, almost comically, beyond the bushed was a rock face 300 feet straight down. I could see the bend when my car laid just beyond. My options had narrowed down to two: I could go back the way I came, which would take hours on my broken leg or I could climb down the rock face. I took option number two.
I was about 50 feet down, and 250 feet above the ground, when I really started to feel tired. My hour long trek since the avalanche and the hours spent hiking before that, had nearly wiped me out. My hand were starting to shake and, since I was getting nervous, my hands started to sweat too. The problem was that the only ledge that could hold me was three feet to my right and five feet down, and there were no hand holds going that direction. So, I did the only thing I could, I closed my eyes, cleared my mind of any thoughts, and relaxed. Then, with a clear mind, I jumped.
Since I'm writing this, you know how things turned out.