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<blockquote data-quote="Maxperson" data-source="post: 9055857" data-attributes="member: 23751">When I was 15 or 16 two friends and I got separated from our Big Brother of America who took us up to the San Gabriel Mountains to hike.&nbsp; We had found a small path that led to a small trickle of running water that went over the side of a cliff into a pool of water.&nbsp; I climbed down around the side and was at the bottom looking into the pool, which was only about 2 feet deep. My friend and his brother had remained up top to wait for me. Suddenly I hear a scream and one of my friends had slipped on some algae near that trickle of water and slid down it and over the side of the 20ish foot cliff and into that 2 feet of very cold water.&nbsp; He pops up very quickly from the water completely unhurt and looks up to his brother and yells, &quot;Paul don't try it!&quot; to which Paul answered, &quot;Do you think I'm crazy?&quot; At this point we were a bit disoriented as to direction so we set off in the direction we thought the path was at and couldn't find it.&nbsp; My friend who fell into the water had ditched his shirt because it was cold and wet, so we were alternating shirts to stay as warm as we could as we walked.&nbsp; At one point I found a Crocodile Dundee sized knife just laying in the forest and picked it up, but after an hour or so I was tired of carrying it so I ditched it again.We got lucky and I spotted car headlight in the distance above us a bit.&nbsp; Probably 2 or 3 miles away.&nbsp; We headed off in that direction and eventually came to a road.&nbsp; We had no idea if the camp ground was up or down from us and were trying to decide which way to go when an old guy(probably in his 50's which is my age now) drove up by himself in a camper.&nbsp; He asked us if we needed a ride and we said yes(remember we were teenagers, cold, tired and hungry).&nbsp; He didn't know which campground we were at since there were multiples both above and below, and offered to take us home. Fortunately for us he was the good samaritan that he seemed and took us the hour drive back to my friends' house.When we arrived we told my friends' mother the story and she set about trying to find the phone number for the park rangers.&nbsp; This was before cell phones and the internet, so it took her a bit to find the number and call them.&nbsp; The rangers and our Big Brother were just about to set off into the forest and try to find us.&nbsp; By this time it was after dark and they had mobilized to search. We got very lucky.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Maxperson, post: 9055857, member: 23751"] When I was 15 or 16 two friends and I got separated from our Big Brother of America who took us up to the San Gabriel Mountains to hike. We had found a small path that led to a small trickle of running water that went over the side of a cliff into a pool of water. I climbed down around the side and was at the bottom looking into the pool, which was only about 2 feet deep. My friend and his brother had remained up top to wait for me. Suddenly I hear a scream and one of my friends had slipped on some algae near that trickle of water and slid down it and over the side of the 20ish foot cliff and into that 2 feet of very cold water. He pops up very quickly from the water completely unhurt and looks up to his brother and yells, "Paul don't try it!" to which Paul answered, "Do you think I'm crazy?" At this point we were a bit disoriented as to direction so we set off in the direction we thought the path was at and couldn't find it. My friend who fell into the water had ditched his shirt because it was cold and wet, so we were alternating shirts to stay as warm as we could as we walked. At one point I found a Crocodile Dundee sized knife just laying in the forest and picked it up, but after an hour or so I was tired of carrying it so I ditched it again. We got lucky and I spotted car headlight in the distance above us a bit. Probably 2 or 3 miles away. We headed off in that direction and eventually came to a road. We had no idea if the camp ground was up or down from us and were trying to decide which way to go when an old guy(probably in his 50's which is my age now) drove up by himself in a camper. He asked us if we needed a ride and we said yes(remember we were teenagers, cold, tired and hungry). He didn't know which campground we were at since there were multiples both above and below, and offered to take us home. Fortunately for us he was the good samaritan that he seemed and took us the hour drive back to my friends' house. When we arrived we told my friends' mother the story and she set about trying to find the phone number for the park rangers. This was before cell phones and the internet, so it took her a bit to find the number and call them. The rangers and our Big Brother were just about to set off into the forest and try to find us. By this time it was after dark and they had mobilized to search. We got very lucky. [/QUOTE]

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