My friends and I went with a guy on a hike that was 17 miles long.
The hike was supposed to take 3 days, but we ran into rain on the second day and we had to stop for an extra night.
The bridge was underwater where we were supposed to cross the river and we could not find any way around the area. We traveled 2 miles down the road and two miles up the road and there were nop options except a very narrow and old rope bridge that was probably used by prospectors fifty years ago or more. There was no way that I was going to cross the river rope bridge. I was in fear for my life. I completely froze up and told my friends that I was going to hike back to the original camp and wait for someone to see my signal fire. The guide freaked out when I said that I was going home. He pulled out a marijuana joint from his backpack. He asked me if I wanted to smoke some courage. At this point, marijuana sounded like a pretty good idea. I didn’t know if it would help or not, but everyone in the group smoked a little bit of the joint and then we all hoped and prayed as we walked step by step across the old rope and wood bridge. When we all made it to safety on the other side, I felt like I was going to pass out. I don’t know if it was the marijuana or the adrenaline, but I was woozy and light headed.