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I've had some very scary experiences. I've gotten lost in the woods hiking alone twice, once in the North Woods of Maine, which is very remote. I found my way out after a little while, but it did cause feelings of panic.
In 2004 I had a common, run-of-the-mill surgery that went very, very wrong. It resulted in three surgeries in ten days, and two near-death experiences. I missed 2 1/2 months of work. Oh, and had multiple blood transfusions, one of which leaked into my arm, causing it to turn purply-black from wrist to elbow. I couldn't use it too well. I remember my nephew really wanting me to swim out to a little "island" in a pond at his house, but I could only use one hand and required the help of a boogie board.
I had a little post-traumatic stress disorder afterwards where I would re-live being in the emergency room again. I kept trying to prove that I could go back to my former existence. I would go hiking but constantly check to see if I had started hemorrhaging again. Plus I was afraid to go too far into the woods for fear of being too far away from medical help.
I decided to try to climb Mount Katahdin in Maine six months later, much to the chagrin of my physical therapist, who was afraid I'd fall and reverse the progress made on my arm. I had to prove to myself that I was okay, you know?
The previous year I had fulfilled a life-long dream of renting a cabin in the wilds of Maine. About a month before then I had gone on my first hike, and gotten very lost (on Soapstone Mountain). On my first day there, when my sister and her family didn't show up to meet up with me, I went into Greenville and bought a book from a local on hiking in the North Woods. I completed a bunch of intense, wonderful hikes that week and was hooked. In that area the way to trailheads are on unmarked, unpaved logging roads. One can get very, very lost on those roads.
Anyway, the next year (when I was recovering from my illness) my mother insisted I call every day, unlike the previous year when she hadn't heard from me the entire week. One day I got very, very lost on those logging roads looking for a trailhead (which I still haven't located!). I was late calling her, so she called the owner of the cabin where I was staying. Poor thing. She misheard me and thought I had gotten lost in the woods for hours, but I was only lost on those darn logging roads. I finally followed signs to a wilderness camp where they train sled dogs and the lovely lady gave me directions out of there. That was more frustrating than scary, though, and it's always fun to spot a moose!
Anyway, on my bucket list is to complete that hike. I only got to Chimney Pond (pictured below). I didn't want to push it and my stamina wasn't back to normal quite yet.
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