The Time I Almost Died At Tent Rocks

I froze halfway up the rock face. My knapsack had shifted and I was out of balance. If I reached up to the next handhold I’d slide off this rock face and forty feet into the canyon below.

I was stuck.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I was less than ten feet from the top but it looked miles away. I needed to calm myself down and figure a way out of this.

“You ok there, Zed?”

“No,” I replied to the voice below. “I’m off balance and I’m about to fall. My pack is off-center.”

“I got you,” Bob said.

He climbed up below me and pushed my sack back into the center. I regained my balance and climbed up to the top of the trail. Bob climbed up right behind me, and I helped him up. We dusted ourselves off and caught up with the rest of the group.