Bad Decisions Make Good Logs.
The following is a tale of cheer and woe. A good cautionary tale to those of us that are just a little too determined sometimes.
Another concern was that if I couldn't make it out they would probably have to call 911 anyway. Who on their own is physically going to be able get me out of here by themselves. I would end up being one of those people you hear about on TV that you shake your head at and say "what an idiot". With my luck, anyway; they would probably have to field dress me like a deer to get me out. I guess that would be one way to lose a couple extra pounds.