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At one point I found myself stranded on a dry clump surrounded by sodden area. I saw what looked like a solid area about four or five feet ahead and I tried to quickly stride/jump over to it. When my leading leg landed there was this slurping noise and my whole leg disappeared into a hidden swamp up to my ****. As I fell forward I managed to spread my arms out and grasp on to the rough grass. Between this, and my other leg being on the surface, I managed to stop myself sinking further. The smell was putrid as the marsh gases escaped and for a horrible moment I thought my number was up. I actually thought about throwing some of the stuff from my pockets onto the area around me so that if I sunk below the surface people would know what had happened to me.(I had told my wife I was going walking but I never said where.)
The panic subsided as I realised that I was not sinking further and I gradually managed to pull myself out. When I got out I was freezing but obviously happy to be alive. Then I realised I had to turn back and cross the quarter mile or so that I had traveled into this area. I was ******* myself, scared to put my feet down anywhere but eventually I managed to get back on the path and headed quickly for home. The last half mile or so before my house is in quite a busy area and it was only about 3.30 pm Saturday so you can imagine the stares I was getting as I strode home with muck dripping from my @ss. Dignified? NOT!
Anyway, this was a strange experience for me as I've never thought of walking in this area as being dangerous. Who would have thought that there could be hidden bogs like this on top of a hill in Scotland? My whole leg went right in and it did not touch anything solid at the bottom so I have no way of knowing how deep it was. Has anyone had or heard of any similar experiences?
Don't we all? Don't we all? But, surely, there must be some memories that make you go "I couldn't have been so crazy!". I have loads of them and I laugh when they come to mind. But then, I am stupider than most, and very easily amused.
OK, don't lighten up if you wish. Lightening up is all about personal choice (we in the EC have a lot of personal choice and our governments decide how we deploy it). But, I was hoping the thread wouldn't get all serious. My next joke was going to be about how this Indian went to Scotland and almost got legless...
[edited by: Macro at 6:17 pm (utc) on Nov. 17, 2004]
My next joke was going to be about how this Indian went to Scotland and almost got legless...
BTW, BDW (you don't mind the abbreviation, do you? The full version kinda messes up my typing finger. I kinda start with beedee and it takes on a life of it's own and becomes beeceedeewwwuuwuuee), do you have a treadmill? They're a very safe way of walking. (Tip: If you leave it on whirring away you can get on with reading the newspapers and everyone else in the house thinks you are doing your healthy bit. It works a treat.)
>>I wouldn't mind hearing it...
See message #1 ;)
signed Beedneeubbnleu.
I'm terrified of it coming out as beediddubblewee
A couple of months ago I found myself in a bog too, I actually lost a perfectly good boot. That time I was alone out walking just like you did. The worst part of it was being alone and as you mentioned I hadn't tell specifically where I was going to anyone.
The bottom line is, always tell someone exactly where you are planning on going when visiting the outdoors. The most dangerous places are the ones you can't imagine being dangerous :)
(I just thought, it was a bog I was in but had it been quicksand would I have been sandboxed :)
Sonny, Loch Lomond is a nice place but so is RI. I have visited it a couple of times, been to Newport, etc.
>>I wouldn't mind hearing it...
See message #1 ;)
Feeling sneaky, eh! ;) You cheated everyone out of a good laugh! What a Bait 'n Switch, Macro!
