I’ve grown up fearless and with no hesitation
of doing something out of the ordinary. Most are afraid of death, but someone
like me likes to live on the edge to feel alive, well then that can be a fun
ride. As a child I dreamed of adventure. Growing up I watched Bear Grills on
television trying to survive in the wild with only what surrounds him. Movies
like “Into the Wild” also influenced me to take that leap of fearlessness to
achieve an untold story. My senior year of high school I did nothing but travel
the world. It was coming to an end but for some odd reason that wasn’t enough
to pleasure my adventurous needs. So I made a trip that would change my life
and the view of life.
My father owns an old cabin very near Oregon’s
tallest mountain, Mt Hood. Oregon is better known as the “beaver state” The
differences between California and Oregon are drastic. California’s environment
is mostly sunny coastlines, dry weather, and many fertile central valleys. Then
you have Oregon; very wet, freezing temperatures, and magnificent colors on the
country side. Green from the pine trees that surround the homelands is a
spectacular sight. Everywhere you turn there seems to be pine trees. Cold fresh
air, so pure and relaxing. My father’s cabin on the tallest mountain in the state
would serve as my shelter for one week. That is where I will put my skills,
mentality, and endurance to the test.
The
cabin I was going to stay was no luxury. It was built twenty years ago with no
maintenance. My ideal plan was to stay for one week by myself. I was mind
boggled of how I would even ask my parents for permission to stay in a
dangerous environment like the cabin. One night during dinner I asked for permission.
I sat nervously while my parents looked at me in utter confusion. My face
remained completely emotionless until they started a racket about the dangers
and life threating environment. Just as I imagined it would go. As a few weeks
passed my dad simply gave me permission by saying, “you are lucky enough to see
it still stand today due to the harsh conditions it’s gone through.” I finally
had his and my mother’s blessing to go forward with this new adventure. I have
no idea what I was going to expect but that was the thrill I was looking for.
After
two weeks pass of planning, learning basic life surviving techniques, riffle
experience and there I am, sitting nervously in the airplane seat near the window.
A few people beside me talked about the frigid weather that awaited us all, for
a split second I felt fear of what the unexpected was ahead of me, but all I
had in mind was the unsteady jolt the airplane makes and it lifts to the sky.
As the roar of the airplane increased, I felt goose bumps crawl over me. As
soon as it reached the horizon, I saw the bright colors of the sun tumble. I
felt at ease, and awaited my arrival anxiously.
I
arrive in Portland, Oregon, where I would meet my uncle to drive me straight to
my destination. There was no time to waste and I was ecstatic to be there
already. It was a two hour drive to my new home for the week. All throughout
the way I thought to myself, why. Why did I have to choose this out of anything
else to test my manhood or to prove myself that I am a strong independent man
that can take care of himself and to make an interesting story about it? Well
here it is. My first stop was at government’s camp, a local town five miles
away from MT Hood. There I gathered a map, books, cleaning supplies, and a
small amount of food for a couple of days.
I
reached the trail, where I had to walk another mile to find my new home. The
sun was out shinning bright, but none other than an optical illusion, no warmth,
just a chill breeze, making it hard to walk from all the energy loss my body
was doing by shivering to maintain and create warmth. I felt paranoid walking
alone on this unknown path. At the beginning of the trip I never thought of the
real challenges that I’d facing myself with. I started to doubt myself, worried
about how dangerous this actually was, I stopped and thought about turning
back. I argued with myself, debating to go back to my warm house in California
where the sun actually gives warmth. I told myself if I didn’t see the cabin in
another ten minutes of walking I’d go back. Two minutes pass and there it is,
my home for the next week. Wishing I hadn’t told myself that but it was needed
for me to continue walking.
It
looked nothing like the nice cabin I had imagined, it was far worse. It
resembles the shed in my uncle’s yard than a cabin. The only thing nice quality
about it was the door and steel on the windows that will prevents anyone from breaking
in and making it their home. I opened it, and to my surprise it wasn’t as bad
as I thought it would be but not the best either. There was wood already chopped
so I could start a fire.
As
soon as I saw the sun go down, I felt fear rise in me. It was the first time
I’d spend the night alone, not only alone but far away from tourists and
people. I had thoughts of someone breaking in at night while I slept, or a pack
of wolfs would come surround the house, or a bear knocking on my door asking
for honey, I was going crazy at this point. I distracted myself by starting to
clean the barrels of the Remington 721 rifle my uncle gave me used. I slowly
started to daze into sleep to the warmth and crackling noise of the fire I had
lit.
A
few days passed and it was Wednesday, there were only three more days till I
returned home to my parents and to my old habits. I was exploring the river
near me, trying to figure out how to fish, but as fun as it was there I
remembered the rumors of wolfs and bears lurking in the area. I heard a
crackling noise and I felt my heart drop. At that instant as I tried to look
around my surroundings to see what was around me but then my right foot felt in
between the dam I was near. It was stuck! I panicked so bad I began to cry and
to yell for help. I felt hopeless. I pushed tree limbs and branches to get my
foot free from this dam I was helplessly stuck in. As my leg began to feel numb,
I unloaded my gun to use it as a tool to help me get lose, I stuck the barrel
into the snow as deep as it went and I pushed myself up. I soon realized that I
could easily get lose but the numbness on my leg caused by the cold of the snow
made me think that I was more trapped than I thought. Again I tried to pick
myself up. Soon enough I was up on my feet trying to get my blood flow moving.
Just
to think that I was out of the red zone, it was far worse, blood. I had a cut
in my leg that ripped my calve. I couldn’t stand to look at it. I limped all
the way home and poured hot water into it to clean it. I had cold sweat and I
felt knots in my head and all over my neck from being a nervous wreck. It was
getting dark and government’s camp was only five miles away, but with a deep
cut and snow it feels twice as long. I wrapped my cut with an old shirt and
stood by the fire till morning came. Fearing hyperthermia or a fever I kept
myself hydrated fed by eating crackers and walking around the fire. In my mind
this trip was over.
I
woke up the next day feeling sick and weak. I was glad to know that today was
the last day of this adventure I so longed for. I remember thinking that I just
wanted to go home, eat a good meal, and get treated for my fever and wound.
Getting out of this cold and back to my California warmth was something I
longed for since the first night I arrived to this cabin. I am soon going to be
home doing the same things I would always do with no difficulty like what I
experienced in this cabin. My life is a luxury and I want it back.
Oregon
has made me realize that there’s more to explore outside of one’s home. It
makes me speculate what other places are similar to Oregon. Traveling to Oregon
had shown me views of a diverse environment and its customs. It’s truly a magnificent
place to visit. The magnificent purity, mountains, nature, and surprises have
broadened my outlook on life. One thing for sure, Oregon is a safe haven to
escape the bustling Californian life, but will I ever do something as dangerous
as that again? Who knows, maybe with some company to share a different story? For
now I think I’ll wait a while.
