Tuesday, December 26, 2006

miracle in Moab

I try to read as many of these kinds of survival stories as I can, knowing it could be me out there someday. This one involved a local trail runner/adventure racer and will be a favorite of dog lovers.

5 comments:

Barbara said...

I think of Smutt Mutt when I hear stories like that...Thankfully he has never had to endure such a thing but I'm pretty sure some of the AH3 hash dogs would do something similar.

Anonymous said...

She sounds like a pretty gutsy woman. I'm glad she survived.

Gagger said...

That just made me get all teary eyed at work.

Anonymous said...

OK, great...she lived...but let’s give credit where credit is due: Her DOG saved her life, not her “indomitable spirit.” Let’s look at what SHE did wrong: She didn’t tell anyone where she was going. She didn’t stay on established trails.

What did she do right: Bring her dog, but I’d even argue that with all the crap she did wrong, she put her dog in danger.

Yeah, I know, “NASCOCK, you’re such a prick…”

brownie said...

Unless I'm climbing a 14er or a difficult shorter peak, I rarely tell anyone where I'm going. And I go places almost everyday where that kind of stuff can happen.