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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?
Being from Louisiana, we run across similar muck that will do the same. I was a teenager when 4 of us were on an adventure when a friend sunk into something similar. He was the biggest of the 4 and took all of us to pull him out, less one of his boots that was sucked off his foot trying to get out. He would have been stuck there without help.
Getting out requires slow movements. Seems the harder you pull, the harder it pulls back.
Menon (1997) reports that 1,000 or so bodies or body parts have been found Iron Age peat, while Glob (1965) enumerates the discovery of 529 bog bodies found in the Iron Age peat of northwest Europe with 161 found through the remainder of Europe.
joined:Oct 25, 2004
I was about 15 or so, and went on one of those school trips to Brighton. We (entire class) went for a leisurly walk on top of Beachy Head, (world famous for suicides) anyway, a friend and I decided to climb up one of the cliffs, and beat the others to the top, before they made it up the path. (how stupid was that!)
I managed to climb upto about 40 feet, or maybe it was higher, anyway I got stuck and couldn't pull myself up, as the entire cliff was made of chalk, and every time I tried to get a grip - the chalk just dropped off as I moved. I suddenly got very concerned, and panic set in. But worse than that, I was near the top, so 1 more foot and I would be on safe land, also the main group were way ahead of me down the path.
Luckily, 2 more classmates came along and helped me up, while the other shot ahead to get the teacher.
Jesus Christ! For about five minutes solidly, I was stuck and the only thing that kept me from my death was my grip strength, and 2 clumps of grass that was embedded in the cliff face. If someone hadn't have come along, I reckon I would have been another statistic..
Has anyone had or heard of any similar experiences?
Anyways, glad to know you're all right! What a terrifying experience. But now you have a great story to tell for years to come. And a place to send your enemies in the future;)
joined:Oct 25, 2004
Cliffs can be dangerous things, and I suggest using the proper climbing gear. The things you do when you're young eh...
You were given two feet, one for an accelerator and the other for the brake.
I don't think your supposed to drive with both feet. You should use the same foot for the accelerator and the brake. That way you don't end up pressing them both at the same time.
I agree. Being economical with how many feet you use is something I won't argue with. This will now leave my left foot free which I can tuck under my right thigh. When I need to press the clutch I can use my left hand (you can't use the right hand because when you take it off the steering the horn goes quiet).
Next week my ban expires and I can drive again.
About a month ago my wife was down there, I don't remember why, but she was dressed up pretty nice, and wearing her best sandals.
She became entranced by a frog in the pond...
She was trying to get a better view of that little guy...
In a momentary lapse of reason, forgetting that the fake alligator was floating, she stepped on it in order to lean out over the pond and get a better view of the little frog...
Somewhere on the bottom of the pond is one of her best sandals. She also now possesses a rather stained set of what was once a very nice outfit. She was spitting mud, weeds and profanity when she returned to the house.
It is only because I was able to restrain myself from laughing that I still live to tell the tale.
I've had some of those "close encounters". And they were not funny at the time.
I'm glad that I have the humour to laugh when I look back at them (and the circumstances that got me into those pickles). Lighten up!
It wasn't that funny was it?
(She doesn't know that I've hidden the insurance policies, tee hee hee!)
As to lightening up - I do not now nor have I ever found funny later the times I've come close to death. It's NOT funny. What I think of when those times come to mind is that I will do my level best to not put myself into that situation again....