People often ask if my stories are true or fictional. I understand. At times, the way I word them might make my stories sound elaborated…a bit.
I will admit to tweaking up the vibrancy of each situation a couple notches, but I promise that all of it is true.
On my ‘About Me’ page, I have a bullet that tells about the time I was lost in the desert, and escaped the peril of death by being led back to civilization by an elephant that came through the distant mountains.
For my De-Clutter Assignment today, I spent 20 minutes sorting through pictures, and was surprised to find shots of the dear elephant I speak of.
The day after we were lost and then found, we went back (in a car that time instead of on foot) to see the mountains we had failed to reach and I took a snapshot of the creature that saved my life.
Can you see it?
Here’s a close up:
Bryan, pointing the way to who knows what.
And this was my wilderness guide, Bryan. He was a good friend to me growing up. He now has a family and we speak very seldomly, and I miss him. Thank you Bryan for the wonderful adventures you brought into my life, even though they almost killed me. I hope to find more evidence to back up my fantastical tales as I organize and sort through the clutter!
Me and Bryan, young and invincible in the mountains of Utah.
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i’m so happy you are blogging, i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of hearing (or reading!) your stories!
p.s. i can think of one story (involving apple river canyon, flip flops and a watering hole) that is my equivalent to your desert story…. good times!
Thanks Lauren, we should make a trek back to Apple River this summer, hopefully I won’t be too afraid to swim this time, and we know the way now, so there won’t be any sliding down 35 degree angled drops above cliffs in flip flops:) I thought we were both going to die too, I just didn’t say it. You already looked scared enough grasping onto those roots and trying hoist back up the cliff. Oh man, I’m cracking up laughing now thinking about it. I wish for more good times like that, less perilis, but just enough to get a good adrenaline rush without the scratches.
I can totally see the elephant!
Hmm…a near death experience I had? I’ll have to think about that. Now if you asked me to tell about a near death experience I caused for someone else, I’d have several to choose from. It’s not for nothing that several people I know flinch when they see me.