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<blockquote data-quote="Rosebud" data-source="post: 2888927" data-attributes="member: 118066"><p>One more and I'll just read everyone else stories. This is fifteen years later than the Ak. Story. Mike, myself and two other friends are backpacking in the Smoky Mountains. We parked at the trail head on New found gap and stayed the night at Ice water Springs trail shelter. This was a winter trip and it was snowing by the time we got to the trail shelter. Nice enjoyable night But the next morning there was about ten inches of fresh snow. We had planned to go on the MT laconte the next day, but the weather was supposed to get worse.So we decided to just head home. We leave the shelter and I'm leading down the trail from ice water Springs back to the AT. It's nasty, tight and very steep on both sides. I'd brought a pair of mucklucs back from Ak. So I tried the out on the deep snow, big mistake. I'm carrying a fifty pound pack using my stick to help. The trail switched from one side of a sharp ridge to the other, I was making a move to the left side of a steep ridge when I just started sliding, sliding in slow motion. The mucklucs got no traction on the ice beneath the snow. I'm sliding towards a avalanche chute. In slow motion, I intentionally fall down and try to dig in with my hiking stick, I'm still sliding, Over the edge I go. Five hundred feet to the bottom. I slide down about ten feet, with my toes and fingers trying to get anything to grab onto.</p><p> Then I stop, A small stump caught me in my couch, ouch! But I'm alive. Now I'm trying to figure out how to get back to the top. I hear a voice above me saying "hay man, what are you doing down there". It's bear bait. My saviour! He and the other guys drop a strap and pull me up. I look back where I was shaking my head. That little stump was the only thing that could have stopped me. I'd be dead! I took off the mucklucs and put on the Herman survivor boots. I only lost two toe nails that hurt like crazy walking out. But I was alive. That day was the closest I've ever been to death.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rosebud, post: 2888927, member: 118066"] One more and I'll just read everyone else stories. This is fifteen years later than the Ak. Story. Mike, myself and two other friends are backpacking in the Smoky Mountains. We parked at the trail head on New found gap and stayed the night at Ice water Springs trail shelter. This was a winter trip and it was snowing by the time we got to the trail shelter. Nice enjoyable night But the next morning there was about ten inches of fresh snow. We had planned to go on the MT laconte the next day, but the weather was supposed to get worse.So we decided to just head home. We leave the shelter and I'm leading down the trail from ice water Springs back to the AT. It's nasty, tight and very steep on both sides. I'd brought a pair of mucklucs back from Ak. So I tried the out on the deep snow, big mistake. I'm carrying a fifty pound pack using my stick to help. The trail switched from one side of a sharp ridge to the other, I was making a move to the left side of a steep ridge when I just started sliding, sliding in slow motion. The mucklucs got no traction on the ice beneath the snow. I'm sliding towards a avalanche chute. In slow motion, I intentionally fall down and try to dig in with my hiking stick, I'm still sliding, Over the edge I go. Five hundred feet to the bottom. I slide down about ten feet, with my toes and fingers trying to get anything to grab onto. Then I stop, A small stump caught me in my couch, ouch! But I'm alive. Now I'm trying to figure out how to get back to the top. I hear a voice above me saying "hay man, what are you doing down there". It's bear bait. My saviour! He and the other guys drop a strap and pull me up. I look back where I was shaking my head. That little stump was the only thing that could have stopped me. I'd be dead! I took off the mucklucs and put on the Herman survivor boots. I only lost two toe nails that hurt like crazy walking out. But I was alive. That day was the closest I've ever been to death. [/QUOTE]
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