The fog was thick and dense, the white haze enveloped everything in its path. The air cold and damp, with every breath he could smell the damp earth hanging heavy in the thick fog filled air. He sat there waiting for what seemed to be an eternity. Waiting for the white haze to dissipate, so he could be on his way. The plane had gone down two days before, he was bruised and sore, but not badly injured. The small Bush plane had malfunctioned and the engine stalled. So he had to make a crash landing. The small plane came in hard and slid to a halting stop. He had been extremely lucky and thankful to be alive. Now he was just trying to make it back to civilization. He was in the mountains of Washington state. The fog was now finally clearing. He stood up from the stump where he was sitting, and started walking through the woods. He had seen all those survival shows on t.v. and how they always said to keep moving if you were ever stranded in the woods. He remembered the episode where Bear Grills was stranded and drank his own urine. He thought I’ll be damned if I’m going to drink my own piss! He carried a canteen which had a small amount of water in it, and a flask of Jack. As he walked he came to a clearing. There in the clearing sat a small cabin. Smoke was coming from the chimney. He was so relieved to see the cabin in the clearing. Adrenalin coursed through his entire body. Finally he thought, I’ve finally made it.
Jamie Whorton ©