We all have those times when we are terrified in the moment but it makes a great story later.
Here is mine: “The white strip of doom” when you are cruising along a one-ish foot wide strip of snow with rocks and bushes on either side. Perhaps road rash from skiing is a rite of passage?
I’m principally a hiker so not too many stories here that are daring lol, but I do get a certain thrill out of stepping onto a portion of mycelial mat on a bog or marsh and being terrified my entire leg will get sucked in.
Bogs and swamps count for sure! I have spent many hours of quality time having type 2 fun in swamps. They are the one thing I have found everywhere I go yet still manage to be unique each time.
Could you explain what “type 2” means? I’m unfamiliar.
It’s the kind of thing where it’s not fun or just scary at the time. But it makes for a great story so it’s worth it in the long run.