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Discussion in 'Backcountry' started by jimthetramp, May 24, 2020.
Dirty big footprint couple hrs into a 4 day wander thru Washpool NP.
I've seen footprints that are unexplainable.
I thought the scariest thing you'd ever seen was the sky with more than three clouds
I've had a few "scary-ish" moments. The most sombre and introspective though being the time myself and a colleague stumbled across (decades old) human remains while doing fieldwork on the lower Tasman Glacier. I was suddenly struck by how real and inhospitable that place really could be, considering we were probably the first people to "see" this person in maybe 30 years. When I last checked (when some other long lost remains were positively identified as those of a climber who'd been missing since the 70's), the remains we'd discovered were still unidentified, and couldn't even be remotely associated to any known missing person case.
My colleague, of good Catholic Latin American stock, was very spooked by the whole thing.
I've had a few mid night arrivals when swag car camping that always make me wake up and peer out the peep hole. But i've also had plenty of nights where i dream that stuff up. Most recently was about 4 weeks ago. Camped on a remote property with noone around. Had this ongoing dream about people showing up at out camp site wanting to party around the fire when all i wanted to do was sleep. It was all invented in my head, but seemed so real to me at the time.
Scared by your alter ego perhaps?
Helping yourself to the field mushrooms for dinner?
Worked in a high school for 2 years and then as a bureaucrat in the local prefectural government for a year - and learnt to ski - not many ski resorts in South Africa where I’m originally from.
Chaeron - you sound like a very interesting person I'd like to meet sometime...
This hits right in the feels lol... arrived in Puerto Natales at 1am after hiking 28k's over 13 hours and bus breaking down on the way back.
"Lo siento señor, el restaurante esta cerrado"... So I set up my stove in the town square, begged some random hostel for water and made pasta. Slept under a bush. Didn't eat anything else til getting to Punta Arenas next arvo.
See you at the top of Hannels....
My wife, when I forgot the stove, after she'd asked if I'd packed it the day before.
I can relate to that, forgot the airbed and sleeping bags, She was not happy with my improvisations ..
Or at Moira's with a coldy - my treat...
Kinda scary thing...
VERY frosty -5C May night up on the ridge near Howitt. Kids slept inside the tent - I slept soundly under a simple, completely open cuben tarp under my quilt. In the morning there were many large wild dog tracks in the frost crisscrossed throughout the campsite and around the tarp and the kids tent. Never heard them...
Remember encountering a large wilde dog up between Mt Speculation and Mount Cobbler - hungry looking beast. Or hearing the wild dogs howling near Mount Clear. Certainly the increasing deer population has had an impact on their numbers in the High Country....
Reminds me of hearing the hyenas and jackals at night in the Northern Transvaal...
Somewhere near Jagungal - hiking well ahead of the lads with a heavy pack I disturbed a huge wild pig attending to it's young. It gave chase, I ran, dumped my pack and ran up the first snow gum I could see.. It was a Fuuuuuuck moment for sure! Those things grow pretty darn BIG!
That is indeed horrific!!
I've had deaths and avalanches etc but by far the worst is other people's faeces.
Not to mention fields of single sheets of TP
I just re-read my previous post and yes of course the deaths were by far the worst. So before I get harpooned for being insensitive which I have a tendency to be.....
Skiing as the tail sweep and ending up hanging upside down in a tree well outside LL.
Clinging to a sappling on sheet ice above a 100' drop to rocks with no crampons at Fernie.
Somersaulting in a white out down Jacksons in Niseko and landing in a glide crack.
Managing to self arrest with a standard pole with a slide to death on a slick surface sourthern lakes NZ.
On a solo fitness run on cross country skis and coming across a moose outside of LL.
On lots of occasions committing to that first turn down a steep face that you hope is OK.
Who would lampoon you for being... shit scared
We were fortunate to take the less travelled and more pristine route to the top of Kilimanjaro, majority of groups taking this route are “leave no trace” groups, but once we got to the last camp everything above that was a toilet and smelled as such. Any rock suitable to squat behind had a selection of previous efforts in varying states of decay, picking up your own felt pathetically useless yet at the same time as if you’d taken some moral high ground.