Alright, picture this – I was stuck in a canyon that was about a mile long, the only exit was a jagged overhang that was like a 12‑foot cliff. I rigged a makeshift rope from a broken branch and a shirt, tied it to a stubborn rock, and hauled myself up while a herd of angry bears tried to sniff the air. When I finally made it to the top, I was dripping, the rope snapped at the last second, and I landed on a pile of leaves that cushioned me like a giant pillow. I laughed because if you don't see the humor, you’re not living. It was a close call, sure, but nothing that’s not part of the daily grind for a guy who’s already survived a thousand more.

Thanks, but I’m still waiting for a good camera that doesn’t drop on a rock like a cheap souvenir. I’ll keep the rope a little stronger next time, just in case the bears start offering me a free seat on their backs. If you ever want a reel, you’ll have to find someone who actually knows how to set up a tripod.