02/18/07
He started the narrative off with a definition about what a narrative could be defined as, but it does not fully encompass as to what he thought 'Papa Trope' is desiring. Therefore, he thought he would have to go a bit deeper into how he would describe what it is that he would be telling his story about. The story to come would be a transcription of events that took place in Boulder, Colorado.
It all began one blizzard night when at a whim he decided that he wanted to go rock crawling in his lifted Jeep, alone, about 25 miles outside of town. He hadn't really put much thought into whether it was a smart idea or not, but more or less that it seemed like a good idea and what did he have to lose other than his life. At the time, he didn't really care what happened to him because he was living in poverty and failing all his courses nearly 2000 miles from any family member or friend. The inclination that anybody actually cared about what happened to him or even if someone did...the odds of someone finding him for a couple of days was grim. So he said what the hell, why not!? That night he prepped all of my snow gear that he had at the time, which wasn't very much until he met his now best friend Tyler (who taught him everything about snow gear). The gear for the trip consisted of mainly some base layers of polyester clothing, a very low quality mountaineering coat and some -50 degree Fahrenheit boots. He packed all of his spare Jeep parts such as drive shafts, tools and all other things to work on his Jeep if he had to, but needless to say he didn't end up packing enough…
After all things had been packed, he was on his way out to his Jeep to prep for a very adventurous night. On the precarious trip alone out to the trail he pondered as to what exactly he was getting himself into, but honestly to this day, he didn't give a thing what happened. All he cared about was the fact that he was doing things that he never thought he would have done if he hadn't up and left home to create a life for himself the best he could. When he finally arrived at the trailhead to Lefthand Canyon trail (which isn't a trail, but a creek bed filled with enormous boulders and snow). As a routine, he would air down his 36”x13" tires to around 11 pounds per square inch and lock up all his hubs for 4x4 mode. Once things were all set he went ahead and mushed on into the jaws of the trailhead. At this point, there are several obstacles that one has to traverse before one gets to the end of trail. How to describe it in detail is a difficult task. One must picture a boulder field and smash them into an enclosed area about 12 feet wide surrounded by an embankment of snow and trees. After he had successfully completed most of the trail or to at least the best he could do during a midnight blizzard run in an already dangerous trail...he decided to head out the top of the trail and back down for the night. That's where all things turned very bad...
You know the feeling you get when you complete something that you know you couldn't have done otherwise and that euphoric feeling.....well he was enjoying that feeling all the way up until the end when his Jeep decided its electric fuel pump decided not to pump fuel anymore. This is kind of a problem when you drive a vehicle that is powered by a 350 V8 and a 650CFM Holley Carburetor that drinks gas like there is an endless supply. At the point the engine started choking out he quite frankly said, "Fudge cakes! What am I going to do now?" Well....the first thing he did was notify the only people he knew...his parents that he was trapped on some mountain about 25 miles outside town and over 2000 miles from them. Let’s just say they didn't take this too well... After his cell phone proceeded to die because it was too cold for it to operate, he began the search for the problem. He couldn't locate the problem other than dismantling the fuel pump in the middle of the dark. After he had pulled the fuel pump, he began his walk down the main trail to a local campground that was occupied by a family. Thank God these people were friendly enough to call his now current friends Chris and Ty who in turn called the police and the search went on for him. Unfortunately, no one was able to locate him...so he trekked down to the main trailhead next to the main road that led into the mountains and waited inside his piece of nonsense emergency blanket (they don't work...trust). After about 4 hours of lying on the ground and shivering to death, a truck rolled by and the young man and woman inside told him they'd give him a ride back to town after they finished what it was they were there to do.... After about an hour or so they came back down and gave him a lift back to Boulder.
This is an awesome, thrilling story that everyone is looking forward to hearing about.
KevinRb
original Narrative
While trying to help better this story, I noticed that it seemed a bit egocentric. Or at least there was a lot of focus on what Kris did, as opposed to what was happening within this environment. By changing to a third person perspective, I think this problem is highlighted, and may be easier to spot now.
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