What was your worst "I'll never, ever, EVER do that again" trip?

[Spooky]

You all have probably swapped this story but since I'm new, is that a good enough excuse to rehash stories?

So what hike, trail, mountain, cave, canyon, person or situation do you refuse to repeat and why? This is my worst trip. So far.

My dad invited me on a hike up Lone Peak, with my little sister. It didn't even occur to me that maybe they weren't in shape for such a hike, or that we were hiking on the hottest day of the year, that 104 degrees may wipe us out hiking on a south facing slope, or that my sister was a bigger wuss than I'd ever given her credit for.

By the time we got to the ridge from the Hamengog route, my dad was puking and my sister was crying because she decided, at that moment, that she was deathly afraid of heights. We could see the summit, and my dad wanted to cross even though he was obviously developing altitude and/or heat problems. My sister crawled under a boulder and refused to come out until we were headed down. This is where I should have said, "Nuh-uh, no way." But I wanted to bag the summit too and decided to chance it.

We crossed in mud and snow, and on the way back to my sister's boulder my dad was getting weirder and weirder. He was muttering. He'd forgotten his water. He wouldn't eat any of the salty stuff I was trying to cram down his throat. He was dizzy and tipping to one side. Still puking. We grabbed my sister and started heading down.

I usually jog down trails and these 2 were making me crazy with their snail pace. They kept sitting down and needed help getting up. They kept trying to ditch their backpacks. It was getting later and later and I was getting a bit panicky.

By the time we reached the high Hamengog it was dark. I caught my sister throwing first aid stuff out of her pack into the bushes so I ended up carrying both their packs. I was walking a few dozen feet in front of them then stopping so I could show them the trail with a flashlight, wait for them to catch up, ad nauseum. My dad kept falling over. My sister was bawling. Then my dad started getting paranoid about mountain lions. My sister bawled louder. I gritted my teeth and decided I'd be patient now and beat her up later.

We reached the first Hamengog and parking lot after midnight and I could see someone had pitched a tent in the meadow there. I didn't know my dad had brought a gun. I found out when he saw the glowing eyes of a "damned mountain lion for God's sake!" and started shooting at it. He was yelling about cougar attacks, the dude in his tent was screaming, "Why are you shooting at my dog?!" and my sister was trying to crawl on top of me to hide from the "mountain lion." :shock:

I swear I will never, ever, EVER hike with someone who is out of shape again. :facepalm1:

The happy ending(s): My sister refuses to hike anywhere for any reason, my dad figured out what his new limits were and because he had double vision at the time, the dog didn't get hit.


Your turn. :mrgreen:

[Don]

When you really get into some deepshit it tends to end up being the kind of story better told around a campfire. :haha:
Give me a couple beers and I could tell stories about Iraq all night.

[blueeyes]

None yet. Lord I hope I don't ever have any. Guess I am not adventerous enough.

[Spooky]

I have more than one trip-gone-horribly-awry story and all of you seem to have none. Do I just have bad karma?

[blueeyes]

The only one I can think of wasn't camping, hiking or anything else. It was going to Arkansas for a funeral. The guy I was dating son was killed in a car accident (women, drunk on a cell phone cut the curves in an S corner and hit him head on). It was really sad. He hadn't talked to his son in years; his son was newly married and ready to graduate from college with only one term left to go.




[LEFT][FONT=Verdana]He died in March. We headed out to AR by way of WY and what not. As we were packing my Durango I threw in my two heavy duty sleeping bags. He baulked at me and said

[accadacca]

Wow, Chere, that's nutz. Great story. :popcorn:

[Ih8grvty]

Story time?
I have millions, ask my wife!
However, I gotta get in the right mood to start telling them, and typing them is never as good as telling.

[ststephen]

Yeah, I've got a few too. I'll pick one and write it up, though mostly the wife likes to tell them in the guise of "here's another stupid thing my husband did". :lol8:

[mattandersao]

Im the guy in the cut off T-SHIRT showing off my bod and this is my worst trip ever. If only I had been wearing my three wolf moon shirt.

http://trophyroom.com/video/BIkAidNXYP/

[accadacca]

Im the guy in the cut off T-SHIRT showing off my bod and this is my worst trip ever. If only I had been wearing my three wolf moon shirt.

http://trophyroom.com/video/BIkAidNXYP/
Ohh snap. What happened to you? :popcorn:

[Jaxx]

When you really get into some deepshit it tends to end up being the kind of story better told around a campfire. :haha:
Give me a couple beers and I could tell stories about Iraq all night.

Cmon Don. Your Englestead trip last year has turned into our favorite quote. "Harbor Freight mother f'ers"

[blueeyes]

Im the guy in the cut off T-SHIRT showing off my bod and this is my worst trip ever. If only I had been wearing my three wolf moon shirt.

http://trophyroom.com/video/BIkAidNXYP/

http://www.bogley.com/forum/showthread.php?38833-My-respect-for-leopards-just-went-up-even-higher.&highlight=leopard

Really????

[Don]

Cmon Don. Your Englestead trip last year has turned into our favorite quote. "Harbor Freight mother f'ers"

Yeah, but it's a story better told with a couple beers and a campfire...

[Spooky]

:popcorn:

[ststephen]

OK, here's a story that has no major bodily harm, but hopefully you will find amusing none the less.

When my wife and I married, back in the Miocene era, we quit our jobs, pooled our meager savings, loaded up our backpacks and set off around the world for about 5 months. One of our longer stops was Nepal where we trekked in the Khumbu for a month. The first part of the trek involved taking a bus to the town of Jiri where the trail to the Everest area starts. We found the bus, which resembled a mini school bus and loaded our packs on the roof. We were the only non-Nepali and only english speakers on this bus. After a couple of hours driving to the outskirts of Kathmandu the bus stops and the driver gets out. We're waiting and waiting. I had learned enough Nepali to speak like some type of demented 5-year-old and I finally ask the folks around me why we are not going to Jiri. They point outside and down into a river bed and I finally see our bus driver down in the river taking a bath.

No worries, he eventually refreshes himself enough and we set off again. The road is very rough and the going is slow. Afternoon turns to evening and to night. It's dusty and hot and humid in that bus. We doze off and finally awake to find the bus not moving. Everyone is getting out and I ask "are we at Jiri"? "No" is the answer and they tell me a different town name. So I ask when how soon we will continue, and the answer is that we are not going to Jiri. But this is the bus to Jiri? Oh, yes it is. But not going? No. Finally I understand the explanation that tomorrow is a big holiday and the bus driver's home is a couple hours walk from this town and he is now going home to visit his family and the bus will not go anywhere until he returns in a couple of days. Ouch.

It's dark and late and we're tired but now we have to figure out where we are going to sleep tonight. Again I ask around in my broken Nepali where I can sleep. Eventually I'm pointed to someone's house (hut with a dirt floor) who will put us up. We're also famished and ask if he can cook/sell us some food. He asks me if we eat meat and I say we do, but then he makes something like Ramen with no meat and we pass out in our sleeping bags.

The next day I start to ask how I might find another bus to get us to Jiri. Everyone says it is very unlikely but that maybe a truck will come by and we can ask them to drive us. We spend the day hanging out down by the river with one eye on the road in case something drives by but it never does. As the day proceeds the family who put us up starts to get ready for the holiday meal. This involves slaughtering a goat which was quite fascinating at first. It got gross when they collected all the blood in a bucket and separated organs like the brains in a bowl. The chickens roaming their home kept grabbing pieces of organs but the mom would snatch it out of the chicken's mouth and throw it back in the bowl. :slobber:

Dinner time comes around and they graciously invite us to join in the meal. Having said that we do eat meat we can't really refuse. I'm pretty open to eating anything but this goat stew really smelled funky. That smell is really messing with my head and each bite is making me more sick. I try my best to eat it politely but it's just not working.

Soon it's getting dark again, but what do we hear but the sound of a truck engine. We grab our packs and run out to the run. A truck rolls up loaded to the gills with random sacks of food and gear and people are sitting up high on top of it all. Yes, they are going to Jiri and for a small fee we can join them. We pass our packs up top and try to find a place to settle in. It's not easy to be at all comfortable though. You don't want to have to cling tightly for hours on end as the truck sways back and forth over the rough road. As we drive on through the night we keep adding more people and soon folks are clinging all over the truck.

Then the road really deteriorates. Every few miles it would be so rough that the driver needed the passengers to get off and walk along side before it was safe to pile back on. But, then it was a mad scramble to secure a decent spot to sit! Sure enough the spots we had are taken by others and we end up in a more precarious position. I notice though that a group of young women do not get off the truck but instead use these unload/load stops to snatch up more choice sitting for themselves.

So the next stop I decide we can play that game too and we decide to stay on top. This enrages the women. How dare these gringos try to also get choice seating on the truck! They start yelling at me. But back in these days I was an ornery SOB when I wanted to be (OK, maybe a MORE ornery SOB :roflol:)

We don't budge. They glare at me and curse me but we're not moving. Finally in frustration they punch poor Robin in the arm! After that the other riders made sure everyone got down and I think they took pity us and made sure we didn't get the totally worst spots. Not my finest hour to be sure, but finally well past midnight we roll into Jiri with nothing too bruised except maybe our egos.

The rest of the trip was all on foot until the final flight home from Lukla and went much better!

[Spooky]

Hahaha! :lol8:

That's a great story and I would have done the same thing. :nod:

[mattandersao]

http://www.bogley.com/forum/showthread.php?38833-My-respect-for-leopards-just-went-up-even-higher.&highlight=leopard

Really????

Ya, I was embarrassed when it was posted originally and didnt say anything till now.

[Randi]

Ya, I was embarrassed when it was posted originally and didnt say anything till now.

Were you embarrassed about being attacked by the leopard?
Or embarrassed about taking part in killing the leopard? Just curious!
I guess you could probably go on that show "I'm lucky to be alive" now! ;)~

PS: Great story Paul! :2thumbs:

[blueeyes]

Ya, I was embarrassed when it was posted originally and didnt say anything till now.

whatever :roll:

[mattandersao]

I would have been more embarrassed with the killing part! I just about tear up when I catch a fish that is bleeding and I know I'm going to have to kill it.:cry1:

[Scott Card]

Hook, line and sinker.... I'm not taking it. :bs:

[Sombeech]

I would have been more embarrassed with the killing part! I just about tear up when I catch a fish that is bleeding and I know I'm going to have to kill it.:cry1:
:haha:

[Randi]

I would have been more embarrassed with the killing part! I just about tear up when I catch a fish that is bleeding and I know I'm going to have to kill it.:cry1:

Uh-huh, yeah riiiiiight! :roll:


Thanks for starting this thread Spooky - I hope that more folks will post up their not so fun experiences. Interesting reads from both you & Chere! And you too Paul! :2thumbs:

I actually don't have any horrible trip stories, cuz in the end, everyone survived and it all worked out. My daunting or frustrating moments were all chocked up to experience, and looking back, I don’t think now, that I would change anything. Even the injuries I incurred on occasion brought about interesting events that I’d not have experienced had the injury not occurred.

Guess that’s the epitome of me making the best of the situation. : )

So even though I've had my share of near epics, semi epics, and just plain weird things happen (usually due to my own incompetence or lack or forethought/planning) nothing really stands out as something that I look back on as being too horrible.

OK, so here’s one for the Bogley archives; sorry, but it's gonna be a repeat for some of you.

About 5 years ago, my girls Sarah (14) and Rachael (10) & I, were heading out to a Tom Fest canyoneering event near Goblin Valley, driving from California. I got pulled over in Escalante for doing 65 just outside of town, where the speed limit was actually 35 or 45 still, so the cop gave me a ticket. He informed me that my license would expire tomorrow on my birthday as well. “I know that” I replied, though it was actually news to me.

So we finally arrive in the vicinity of the abandoned airport where everyone was meeting up. It’s a fair distance down a dirt road in a pretty remote place. We got a bit turned around and lost on our way in, but the recommendation to “follow those tail lights!” from one of my daughters did the trick, and soon we were socializing with old friends, and making new ones. A light rain that evening had 20 (or more) of us sardined into Tom’s party tent, which made for some real cozy hobnobbing.

Next morning, we all headed off to do our canyons, with the girls and I going for Quandary direct with a rather largish group of folks. The hike in was awesome, the company was fun, and my girls were amazing as usual.

So we’re about midway through the canyon when we get to this largish pothole which requires a drop into it, a swim across and a climb out. One person goes down, does the deed, then sets up a zip line for most of the group. All but moi and a couple of other people who are trailing at the end. I take the plunge, swim across, and proceed to climb up an etrier secured by the venerable Hank Moon, when all of a sudden ‘POP’ goes the knee! ‘What was that?’ cries Ryan. ‘Oh shit! It’s my knee! I cry. Not literally ‘cry’ as in tears were falling. It didn’t really hurt as much as it scared me. My knee just went ‘pop’ and my leg completely gave out!

I realized right away what I did wrong as far as the maneuver went – I had my right foot up on the entrier, my left leg was twisted at an angle, and I went to hoist myself up without regards to the twist, or the extra weight of my waterlogged backpack! Great, just great! Luckily, I had a good support team around, and I wasn’t completely incapacitated. I was able to hobble out of my own accord, but had to be very careful not to weight my leg in a certain manner or it would just go limp. At any moment, if weighted incorrectly with whatever damage I incurred, I’d simply fall on my face.

*Note: I had been canyoneering in Az. the w/e before and had done Cibique canyon, which required a fair amount of stemming up canyon, above a tumultuous stream way. Having short legs, it was quite a stretch for me and I may have compromised my knee a bit with those maneuvers. And perhaps running down the Emerald Pools trail the day before wasn’t such a good idea either?*

Anyhow, here I was having driven a considerable distance in order to do canyons with my daughters and friends, and the first day out I was in trouble.

The rest of the trip was daunting, and the hike out was miserable, but more than that, I didn’t know what was wrong. I was hoping to be OK by the next day – hahaha, how na

[Jaxx]

Holy Cow Randi! That is a crazy trip! Glad everything worked out in the end.

[Riseforms]

I have lots of "never again's" but most of them revolve around wedding receptions with open bars. Never again!

[ststephen]

Great story Randi. Compared to yours, mine "doesn't have a leg to stand on".

Someday I'll write up when I broke my wrist backpacking in the Sierras. It was almost worth it just to enjoy having Robin help get me dressed and undressed every day on our hike out :naughty:

[Ih8grvty]

No time to sit and type up a story, but I got a million of them!
I just wanted to ask a question thats sorta in line with this thread.
I had many bad, scary,miserable adventures. I hated it while I was there and living it. Now those times I hated and regretted and wished I was home in warm safe bed, they have become some of my favorite and most cherished memories.
Anyone else finding that to hold true for them as well?

[ststephen]

No time to sit and type up a story, but I got a million of them!
I just wanted to ask a question thats sorta in line with this thread.
I had many bad, scary,miserable adventures. I hated it while I was there and living it. Now those times I hated and regretted and wished I was home in warm safe bed, they have become some of my favorite and most cherished memories.
Anyone else finding that to hold true for them as well?

I heard the definition of an "adventure" is a hardship which is retold. So definitely yes!

[accadacca]

Enjoying the stories. I need to think of a good one. :popcorn:

[snccoulter]

This comes from my wife and we were not expecting anything but sunny days so we had basically nothing we needed. I have never gone out unprepared again. I would have had my supplies but I was on vacation from CO and I had not planned on any trips above sea level.

It was April 02 ....
[SIZE=3][FONT=Consolas]We took a trip up to the cabin in Shaver Lake CA... Unsure if the roads were clear after we turned off the main road, we decided to head in from the top... we turned off the main road and were greeted with a snow bank that Mr. Coulter said "I can drive over this" and promptly got us stuck. We got unstuck and he decided to KEEP GOING and as he was driving right over the very middle of this snow bank, the truck fell through -every inch of tire we had was underneath the snow and the frame was on the snow bank... We started digging and it kept getting later and later and later... As the sun was starting to go down we thought we might as well start walking back to the small mountain town exhausted (12 flippin miles) and try to find effing cell service on the way back in. We had his little beagle pup fowler with us at the time. We're talking just a few months old. After about an hour of walking - the dog quit and we had to put him in the backpack and carry the little rat. So we finally find a spot where we had cell service, called a tow company and they told us we were too far out and they would NOT come to get us. WTF. It was DARK by now and the temps were dropping well below freezing

[Bo_Beck]

I'll not use names as to protect the innocent:

Quite a while back I got an invite to help a fellow set up a Zip-Line. Granted, I had set up lots of highlines, (sloping, sagging, with and without reeves, etc.) so it seemed logical for this fellow to ask me to help set up a zip-line. Well....I had never set up a "zip-line", but I din't tell him this! A rope was stretched across a 300' chasm and I relied on my knowledge of tensioning systems to insure a "tight" zip-line. This fellow, my son and I stood on the highest anchor point of the zip-line and eased a backpack filled with rocks onto the line for a "dummy test run". We let it go and it gained momentum rather quickly. Soon the rock laden pack slammed into the opposite wall where the bottom anchors were placed. We decided to de-tension the zip-line and give it another go. This time the pack gained momentum, but somewhere around 2/3 rd's of the way down began a rapid slow-down and the pack just tappity-tapped the opposite wall. Well, we must have been satisfied because the next go-round was with a human and a real live test. The fellow eased himself onto the taut line and then let go. He too gained momentum quickly, and as he arrived at midspan, turned to my son and I with a big grin that showed success as he slowly decelerated. Big problem!!! My son and I pointed and yelled, "Hey...turn around!" As he turned around, the backpack full of rocks was taking it's turn as it gained momentum to greet him very soon! The rock filled pack (our dummy) met our human test pilot (also our soon to be dummy) just after midspan with a thump! We hollered, and soon found that our dazed friend was a bit shaken, but no huge physical injuries had been sustained. This is when both my son and I almost fell off the cliff with laughter! Whew!

Now for the real test. Remove the bag of rocks and my son volunteered for the safe ride! Weighing in at around 120 Lbs. Brandon had a great ride and almost arrived at the other side. I had to toss a rope up to him and then "tug-boat" him to the landing zone on the far side. All of a sudden I had this revelation! We must see how much the Zip-line will sag under a much larger load? Instead of bringing Brandon in to the landing pad, I bear hugged his legs and lifted my feet. It's amazing how efficient the pulley was, because within a matter of 1-2 seconds I was now suspended 20' above the ground clinging to my sons legs for dear life! "Brandon! Grab the zip-line above you and ferry us to the anchors. This time the fellow watching us got his opportunity to laugh his ass off! He laughed so hard that he dropped his camera and broke it.

Anyway, many zip-lines later we haven't repeated this "Three Stooges" scenario again!

[Spooky]

Husband and I decided to celebrate our anniversary by camping out in Grand Gulch, so we could explore a canyon there. I think it was Elkhorn or Cigarette Canyon...one of those. This location was remote. As in...off of the main road that was remote enough, on a dirt road that was at least 10 miles long back into what appeared to be nothing. We pitched our tent, grabbed our Moab Brewery Growler and got ready to hike into the canyon the following morning.

Then a truck and camper pulled up with 2 couples in their 60's. Bad enough to be in such a remote spot and end up with company....worse that they decided to go all porno on us within a few feet of our tent. They stripped down, stood in a dry stream bed with a bucket of soapy water and sponges and started bathing each other. I kid you not. If that wasn't ick enough, they sounded like a porn soundtrack. LOUD. "Ohhhh....AHHHH....Mmmmm..." We were hiding in our tent wondering if this is what happens if you take Centrum 50. We were dying. I said, "Can't we just trip down the road a bit?!" and husband said, "Maybe they're just European." Like that makes it okay? :eek2:

They finally finished the sponge bath porn scenes and went into their trailer. Soon enough, our entire tent was filled with second hand pot smoke.

Who'd have thought it, way the hell out there?!

[uintahiker]

Great stories here! Usually my adventures in the realm of "I'll never do that again" revolve around a long hike with great fishing at the end of it. I get back and tell myself that I won't do it again. Then next year rolls around and I start to think about how good the fishing was and have forgotten about the terrain and distance. So I do it again. Then I tell myself the same thing.

[Sombeech]

They stripped down, stood in a dry stream bed with a bucket of soapy water and sponges and started bathing each other.

Pics or it didn't happen

[ststephen]

Pics or it didn't happen

I know. The story is just so unbelievable. I mean the fact that they didn't smoke up before the porno mutual bathing session just makes it hard to believe.

[Sombeech]

I know. The story is just so unbelievable. I mean the fact that they didn't smoke up before the porno mutual bathing session just makes it hard to believe.
Vanessa Kensington (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000167/): Do you smoke after sex?
Austin Powers (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000196/): I don't know, baby, I never looked.

[mattandersao]

Husband and I decided to celebrate our anniversary by camping out in Grand Gulch, so we could explore a canyon there. I think it was Elkhorn or Cigarette Canyon...one of those. This location was remote. As in...off of the main road that was remote enough, on a dirt road that was at least 10 miles long back into what appeared to be nothing. We pitched our tent, grabbed our Moab Brewery Growler and got ready to hike into the canyon the following morning.

Then a truck and camper pulled up with 2 couples in their 60's. Bad enough to be in such a remote spot and end up with company....worse that they decided to go all porno on us within a few feet of our tent. They stripped down, stood in a dry stream bed with a bucket of soapy water and sponges and started bathing each other. I kid you not. If that wasn't ick enough, they sounded like a porn soundtrack. LOUD. "Ohhhh....AHHHH....Mmmmm..." We were hiding in our tent wondering if this is what happens if you take Centrum 50. We were dying. I said, "Can't we just trip down the road a bit?!" and husband said, "Maybe they're just European." Like that makes it okay? :eek2:

They finally finished the sponge bath porn scenes and went into their trailer. Soon enough, our entire tent was filled with second hand pot smoke.

Who'd have thought it, way the hell out there?!


DANG! First someone catches me screaming like a girl as a leopard attacked me, now someone brings up the one time I was the proud recipient of a sponge bath, followed by some chronic WTF?
:bootyshake:

[accadacca]

Soon enough, our entire tent was filled with second hand pot smoke.
Did you inhale? :lol8:

[snccoulter]

Drink to much saki. I just found this one one monday night. Had to deal with the kids in the morning. Ouch... But Iron Man 2 was cool drunk...

[tanya]

Moving to Las Vegas. :lol8:

[Spooky]

Did you inhale? :lol8:

I never exhaled.

[Don]

I never exhaled.

:roflol: