Flight of the Zombie Bears

Posted: March 22, 2010 in Memories of things that didn't happen
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We were whitewater rafting in a remote canyon wilderness.  Some of our party had gone missing and I ventured out from camp to find them.  Strapping my life jacket on tight,  I leaped from the steep canyon wall to plummet into the river below.  The water was calm and cold.  Soon after a storm picked up.  Dark, violent clouds gathered overhead and a howling wind picked up, whipping up water off the surface to pummel my face.

Soon there was movement of another kind disturbing the water.  The rotting heads of two zombie-bears poked up from the river’s depths and started a slow but deliberate path towards me.  I didn’t panic.  There was no reason to fear; I had an easy escape route.

Spreading my arms out over the surface of the water I let the gale force winds quickly pick me up and send me soaring above the river and out of the canyon to land gently upon a tall peak overlooking the valley.  From there I spotted the start of a raging wildfire.

And it was heading directly for camp.

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Comments
  1. Melissa says:

    And you want us to go whitewater rafting with you?!

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