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    • I got a weird feeling of deja vu reading about someone's near-death water-falling experience on Reddit:

      It was unreal, I think about it often. I'm definitely still a little fucked up from it. This was for 30 minutes or so, so I did have some time to ponder my situation. It was during a hiking accident, where I was clutching a wet rock in the middle of a river, over a thousand foot certain-death drop. I was in the mountains, far from people or civilization. Nobody saw me fall, and I was totally at the mercy of luck.

      Only to read further to realized I was there. That is Sid telling his story to the Reddit community, and I rescued him. Not to mention, perhaps, I was the one that brought him there in the first place.

      I can't think of a better place than Cake to resurrect our experiences that day. Let's talk about it, Sid.

    • Here's a photo of the innocent looking river upstream of the waterfall that would almost claim Sid's life.

      Taken only an hour before the incident. September 27, 2014 at 1:39 pm.
      8,000’ above sea level.
      It was snowing very lightly, 22 degrees F, with a cold breeze blowing through.

    • Your photo of the stream is way better than mine. My finger was on the shutter as I fell in... makes for a pretty janky composition. Was almost the last photo I ever took!

    • I believe we have another term for this event: "That time when Kevin almost killed Sid." πŸ˜‰

      I was asked a lot of questions about what it feels like when you have an expectation of near-certain death. A lot of us have had fleeting moments of this I think: a close call while driving, a sudden stumble or fall in a dangerous place, a minor house fire, a brush with a dangerous animal. Your life might flash before your eyes and you have that moment of panic or reflex/instinct or shutdown. But it's different when you have that feeling for a while, and you really get to dwell on it.

      I jumped back and forth between this surreal and dreamlike depersonalization, and a morbid realism. Like "this isn't happening, I'm just going to wake up and everything will be normal," to "I guess this is it, I have no chance at all," and thinking about how sad friends and family would be, and how I could have done things differently to not be in my current predicament.

      It was both superlatively stressful and also strangely peaceful. I was in a harrowing situation, but in a beautiful place. I was obviously wracked with anxiety and stress and bad feelings as I was realizing my imminent demise, but the sheer futility of the situation was also kind of relaxing. If there's truly no chance of being saved, then there's nothing to worry about. It'll all be over soon. Ironically after Will found me and went back for help, and then Kevin and the others made it down to me and began a rescue attempt, that was more stress inducing. Because being saved was now a possibility, which brought all the chances of something to go wrong during the rescue attempt back into play. The return of hope brought back the risk of a wrong move or a slip.


      Still surprised at how this story blew up. I left it absent-mindedly as a Reddit comment, deep down in an already-existing thread. It got easily a million Reddit hits and now there's going to be an NPR story about it! Apparently wasting your time on social media CAN lead to fame and glory.

    • Glad you got out safe though. It was a close one :o . Julia almost didnt belive me when i told her you fell in, which would have been some bad shit. Honestly, the entire reason why I was over there in the first place was because I wasnt athletic or comfortable enough to cross the river with Kevin and the gang, so I stayed on the side with the road and dicked around with my camera. I think it was purely concidence i happened to be that far along the trail when you fell in, because you were on the far side and i only remember some vague idle chit chat between us before everything went down.

      I dont actually recall what prompted me to look over there, maybe the noise? Regardless, it was some scary shit seeing you there clinging to that boulder. You were there an incredibly long time too, like id say 10-15 minutes? Insane stuff.

    • Background to those that don't know Will: he's a bit of a prankster πŸ˜ƒ

      Will -- You were telling me, "Sid fell in the river, Sid feel in the river, Sid feel in the river!" I thought you were pranking me, Will. If you had told me, "Sid fell off a water fall and is nearly dead," I'd think surely you're pranking me. I really didn't believe you at first. But the panic on your face didn't go away. You took me down there to where he was, and we rescued him.

      Will, if you weren't there, he could have easily died from hypothermia. 20's F temps, snowy weather, and 30F-something degree water. How long can one survive those conditions?

    • Water was most likely in this range. Sid, seems like you were close to unconsciousness by the time we got to you. Did it feel like that?

    • So NPR just interviewed Sid. Then they called me. Oh no, my silly voice is going to be on National Public Radio πŸ™ˆ But the interview was pretty fun! I'm kinda excited now.