
What better way to be present, fully in your body, in the moment, in nature, not being able to think of anything else but survival, than to really question your probability of survival & have the out look be far less than you prefer?
This is something that I don't suggest anyone does and I hope never happens to me again, but it sure does make you think a lot differently about life.

"Possibly the most difficult day hike in all of Oregon," according to
William Sullivan (dude that writes my favorite hiking trail guide books for Oregon), sounds like a great idea.
Justin and I met up at
Hell's Canyon, to take a six mile hike down to the Snake River, camp, and then come back the next day. We had a GPS unit, compass, trail guide book, dinner for the night, some snacks, about six liters of water, a water filter, and some camping gear between the two of us. We started at a look out tower, marking the trail head at about 6900 feet above sea level, and began to make our way down towards the Snake River, about 1600 feet above sea level.
Everything was really great in the beginning, tons of wildflowers to look at, mountains in the distance, differing terrain, the gorge was beautiful, it looked like we were standing in a picture out of a coffee table book or a fairy tale movie.

The path then came to a huge grassy field, which was a little overgrown, but still visible (as you can see in the picture). However, soon the path disappeared, then we'd find another path in the distance, follow that for a little while, then it would disappear, we'd find another, follow it, only for it to disappear as well, and so on. We knew were were headed towards the river and according to the guidebook we were headed towards a path that would take us there.

We then found what we thought was that path and hiked along it, getting closer and closer to the river. Then it started to get dark and we were running out of water, since the paths kept disappearing we wouldn't be able to find our way with just the head lamps. So, since the book showed a path along the river, we didn't have much of a choice but to make our own path down to the water before it got too dark for us to see at all.
We slid down a rock bed, full of dirt, poison oak, and little baby cactus's towards the river. As we were coming down the rocks would slip out under our feet and there were multiple times we both caught ourselves from a fall by planting our hand down on a cactus, which wasn't very fun.
We made it to the trail by the river in the dark and were able to get more water for the night. Unfortunately, we lost the water filter on the way down to the water and had no choice but to drink the water out of the Snake River to avoid dehydration.

We pitched our tent on the path and were lucky to have enough flat ground there to barely do so, we couldn't make a fire with what we could find around us and couldn't eat the chicken we brought for dinner, so we started on our snacks. At least we had a little water and found a path that we hoped would take us home in the morning, we couldn't go back the way we came.
When we got up in the morning we weren't throwing up from the river water, which was great because it meant we wouldn't get even more dehydrated than we already were, and we found our water filter in the day light. We started following the trail, which lead us to an awesome sign that said "Hat Point 6 miles this way" (Hat Point is where we left the car). So we followed the trail until it too disappeared into a dried up river bed full of over grown blackberry bushes and poison oak.
We had no choice but to bushwhack through the blackberry bushes with all their thorns, some of which were well over waist high. We only found parts of the path, then would lose it, then get excited about finding a small part of it again, only to lose it shortly after. We knew we had to gain some elevation and somehow found a path that was going up a grassy mountain in the beating hot sun. Both of us were getting delirious from the sun and we were almost completely out of water again, I had stopped sweating, which is a warning sign of
heat stroke. I remember being really dizzy and thinking "wow, if I just lay down right here it won't be that bad, I'll just pass out and won't wake up, but at least it won't hurt that much, and I can lay down."
Somehow we heard a little trickle of water in the distance and went towards it to find a very small stream. That stream saved our lives, if we hadn't found it it's possible we still would have lived, however, heat stroke and dehydration kills people who aren't exercising in some circumstances, and we had miles and thousands of feet in elevation left to go, without knowing if the path we found would end up at our car or if it would continue for more than a few more feet.
We pitched the tent's rain fly to create shade, put our feet in the stream (would have been our whole bodies if it were big enough), filtered some water, drank, and rested for a few hours. As soon as we could we started back up on the path, which ended up taking us up 3000 feet in elevation and to a place where we could camp for our second night. Our spirits were a little higher because this path was the best formed path we'd found the whole trip and it was going in the direction of the car according to the GPS. I slept a little out of exhaustion this night (opposed to the previous night, when I couldn't sleep at all), but it was still a pretty sleepless night.
The next morning we got up as soon as the sun was up and kept following the path.

It then broke into two paths, both heading in the opposite direction from the car. We finally came to the conclusion that there was no other option but to get off the trail and bushwhack in the direction of the car before going any further in the wrong direction. According to the GPS the car was 1.5 miles North. However, this measurement was "as the crow flies" and we still had elevation to gain, mountains in the way, and rock faces at the tops of the mountains not knowing if it would be possible to get over or around them. Our trail guide book had GPS coordinates for the path going back up to our car, so we tried following those for a little while, just so we would be sure to be able to move forward, however, the GPS points in the book were proven to be wrong earlier in the trip. (The picture to your right of the rock face was not taken at Hell's Canyon, however it does look the most like the rock faces there out of all the pictures I found.)
We decided to head straight for the car and that we would figure out what to do when we came across it. We ended up practically crawling up the side of a mountain, grabbing onto rocks that would fall out from underneath us, and the roots of wild flowers and poison oak clinging to the side of the mountain before they too broke off from underneath us. When we got to the top of the first mountain we had to climb, we ended up climbing up some of the rock face, which was extremely dangerous, the rocks that we were climbing were breaking as we climbed them. I don't know how we managed not to break something or at least twist our ankles. It would have made it impossible if we did and one of us would have to leave the other to try and go get help. At the top of this mountain we also noticed that the compass wasn't reading correctly, it would point North or South towards the sun, which was rising, and definitely East. The compass on the GPS also seemed wrong and didn't match the one on the handheld compass at times. (According to
some theories there are magnetic vortexes in Oregon, and a number of
other places on Earth. This is where the Earth's magnetic field is somehow effected and mechanical devises that show direction don't work properly in them. I have not done research on this, so I don't know how I feel about it and whether I believe that this might have been a possibility or if these items were just broken at the time we were looking at them.) At this point we weren't even sure we were going in the right direction, but we had no choice but to trust the coordinates of the car on the GPS system and keep moving.

We left the path in the middle of these mountains, this is a picture from when we were only about 600 yards away from the car. 600 yards took a really really long time to climb up. The canyon was really messing with our depth and distance perception. Some things that were miles away would seem so close, and then others that we thought we just moved away from looked so far away.
Luckily, there were no rock faces we couldn't handle and after most of the day of climbing we finally saw the most beautiful sight in the entire world: the look out tower that marked the location of our car!

We got to the car almost in disbelief, almost unable to move, then we started feeling the pain our bodies were in. It took me from Thursday, when we actually reached the car, until late Saturday night for my body to realize I wasn't still in Hell's Canyon. I had that much adrenaline pumping, and I wasn't able to really get good sleep until Sunday night. It also took until Sunday night for me to not feel like I was starving, due to the fact that my body wanted to signal me to keep eating just in case I decided to starve it and do extreme exercise again. I lost about seven pounds in those three days. Needless to say, I'm just now starting to feel normal and able to think clearly, but the most important thing is that I'm alive, & that's awesome.
A couple of things about this experience:
- This is the only time I've really, realistically feared losing my life.
- There were a couple of times I started to cry, but couldn't because I as too dehydrated and exhausted to do so.
- I totally came to terms with dying, I was ok with it. I ran it through my head and felt ok with it with every fiber of my being. That was a really really weird sensation.
- I have a new appreciation of life and my body. I was noticing the sound of the wind, the way the plants looked, etc., and thinking "wow, I need to appreciate this now because I won't be able to appreciate this ever again." Then I was just appreciating it and not thinking anything at all, just hearing it, seeing it, smelling it, feeling it.- Very in the moment...
- I prayed more than I ever had in a span of a few days - and it worked- I don't think we would have heard that water without it.
- I learned to communicate in an extremely difficult, very possibly life threatening situation. Communication is really important in this case and had Justin and I not done this so well, there would have been less of a chance that we would have ever found the car or lived.
- I now know how I would act in an extremely dangerous situation, and knowing that makes me feel closer to myself, and I really appreciate how I went about doing that.
- I'm glad I'm alive.