Cliffs and danger ocean shores

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The sun was shining, the waves were crashing – a perfect day for a walk along Ken Beach. My roommate, Jeff, and I were enjoying the quintessential Pacific Northwest scenery, laughing and talking as we strolled. Jeff, a formidable martial artist and a man built like a brick house, stood a head taller than my 6'1" frame. He was, and still is, incredibly fit and strong.

 Little did I know, this seemingly idyllic walk was about to turn into a terrifying test of nerve and friendship.

The Allure of the Ascent: Why We Climbed That 50-Foot Cliff

The cliffs along Ken Beach are stunning, rising approximately 50 feet from the sandy shore.

 We'd been walking for a while when Jeff, ever the adventurer, suggested an alternative route back to the road. Instead of walking another 25 feet to the nearest easy exit, he proposed we climb the 50-foot cliff.

Now, I have a slight issue with heights. Nothing debilitating, but enough to make me think twice. 

However, pride's a powerful motivator. There was no way I was going to appear less capable than my incredibly athletic roommate. So, with a healthy dose of youthful bravado (and perhaps a touch of stupidity), I agreed.

The Point of No Return: Panic Sets In on the Cliff Face

The climb began. Jeff, naturally, moved with practiced ease. I followed, trying to mimic his movements, focusing on each hand and foothold. There came a point, about halfway up, where retreat was no longer an option

. I'd scrambled over a section that was simply impossible to descend. My heart started to pound a little faster.

Then, at roughly 30 feet up, Jeff did something truly astounding. He jumped across a gap to the other side of the cliff, a leap that, in hindsight, seems almost unbelievable he survived. He then continued his ascent, leaving me staring at the chasm, paralyzed with fear.

My mind raced. If I tried that jump and missed, I was sure I'd bust my head open and likely die. The adrenaline surged, but it was quickly overshadowed by sheer panic. I couldn't do it. There was no way. I was stuck, literally between a rock and a hard place, cursing myself for putting me in this impossible situation. 

Going back down was out of the question; that possibility had vanished long ago.

A Friend Indeed: Jeff's Strength Saves the Day

I climbed as high as I physically could, my arms burning, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Jeff, seeing my predicament, leaned over the edge above me. He extended a hand, his powerful frame steadying himself. "Jump and grab my hand!" he yelled

.

With no other option, I took a leap of faith. His grip was like iron. With what felt like a monumental effort, he pulled me up, his sheer strength overcoming my weight and the precarious angle. I didn't scold him for getting us into this mess; I was just incredibly, overwhelmingly happy to be alive.

Alive and Grounded: The Aftermath and Michelle's Reaction

Back on solid ground, I was a bundle of nerves and exhilaration. My girlfriend at the time, Michelle, was working nearby. The first thing I did was practically run to her, shouting, 

"Tell Michelle I'm alive!" I recounted the entire terrifying ordeal, detailing Jeff's incredible feat and my near-death experience.

Michelle, understandably, was furious. The potential for a fatal accident was very real, and the thought of what could have happened deeply upset her. She was mad at me for a while, and honestly, she had every right to be.

That day on Ken Beach, when I was 23, taught me a powerful lesson about assessing risks, trusting my instincts (or lack thereof in this case!), and the incredible bond of friendship – especially when that friend has the strength to literally pull you from the jaws of danger. It's a story I'll never forget, and one that always makes me appreciate the feeling of solid ground beneath my feet.

Have you ever had a close call during an outdoor adventure? Share your stories in the comments below!

Encounter in the Tunnel

I will tell you the story of the last time I went into the haunted tunnel. Weird stuff had occurred in the tunnel before; those are stories for another time.

The last time, though, in the haunted tunnel… We were mostly sober. Three of us were going through the tunnel. It started as a usual trip.

So it was normal through the mile-long tunnel. It's dark and spooky. A chill ran through me. I was down in the tunnel just talking about old times. Normally, you can see light from each side of the tunnel.

Suddenly, the light from both sides of the tunnel disappeared. Suddenly, a voice said, "Run." Then a growl. I told them to run! So I ran out as fast as I could, with my friends behind me. When we got out, they were pale. I asked, "Why are you so quiet?" They said something pushed them out of the way, and something cold passed through one's body. It was trying to get me.I will tell you the story of the last time I went into the haunted tunnel. Weird stuff had occurred in the tunnel before; those are stories for another time.

The last time, though, in the haunted tunnel… We were mostly sober. Three of us were going through the tunnel. It started as a usual trip.

So it was normal through the mile-long tunnel. It's dark and spooky. A chill ran through me. I was down in the tunnel just talking about old times. Normally, you can see light from each side of the tunnel.

Suddenly, the light from both sides of the tunnel disappeared. Suddenly, a voice said, "Run." Then a growl. I told them to run! So I ran out as fast as I could, with my friends behind me. When we got out, they were pale. I asked, "Why are you so quiet?" They said something pushed them out of the way, and something cold passed through one's body. It was trying to get me.

My Enconter with Bigfoot

I was a camp counselor in the Chinook Pass woods. It was a life-changing experience; the events changed my views forever.

So I volunteered at the camp deep in the wods. One night, with the kids asleep, I left the cabin to experience the woods. It was midnight when I started walking out of camp. This was frowned upon because of the bears.

I walked half a mile outside the camp. It began to get creepy. I had been listening to the sounds of the forest. Very calming. Then, suddenly, all went silent. It was alarming, as if the whole forest knew something I did not.

What were my thoughts? First was curiosity. Was this a usual thing? Then fear started to work its way into my mind. My thoughts turned to black bear or brown bear.

So I chose to head back. "I'm not afraid," I told myself. I gave a fake yawn, trying to convince myself I was not afraid. It was not working. Then a rock, the size of my fist, was thrown at me from the edge of the forest.

I thought, "Can a bear throw a rock?" Then i reviewed my facts on bears in my mind. No they can't do it.  My thoughts were then maybe somebody pranking me. That couldn't be cause it was midnight. No one was out there and everybody was asleep in their cabins. No one was out. 

Then my o shit moment.  If not a bear if not a human Big foot?  My mind wrestled with the implications of what I was thinking. Did I run do o walk? So I choose to walk quickly.  Then I heard large beast following me inside the brush line in the dark. Whith ease moving back and forth. 

Then i heard tree knocking i saw in a documentary it's was how big foot  communicate with each other.   Now there's were knocking in trees in front of me and behind  me. Rock were being thrown at me 20 pound rocks shown with ease. 

 So had nothing to lose i ran as fast as I could. Something was in the forest running just out of sight.  It's was breaking trees as it pressed me. The cracking of the branches.   Though a shivers through my sole. It was just toying with me.I still was detrimed to make it to my cabin. I never ran so hard. Then I saw the cabin 50 feet in front of me, I was no fair. So happy 2 get to safety.  I got in my bunk. I did not sleep. I told no one. Who is believe me? I was chased in the middle of the night by sasquatches! 

I the next morning went back the rocks there there in tree line some thing had moved quickly though the hevey brush of the forest. I saw a large print but it was not  clear enough. We'll goodnight my readers.  

Day 😁 legend of the tunnel walker.

A small town near Yakima County. An underground tunnel. They moved the graveyard to make the tunnel. Local legend. Fear of the shapeshifting creature, Skin Walker. Rarely do people go into the tunnel. A small town near the county had a chilling local legend. An underground tunnel was built, disturbing the resting places of the departed. The old graveyard was moved to make way for the tunnel's construction. Whispers of restless spirits filled the air. A palpable fear settled over the town, a constant reminder of what lay beneath.

Story TIME: Doppelgänger.

This could be the most unusual story. Have you ever had people say they saw you in a place where you were not? This has happened to me on several occasions. It started in Cannon Beach. I was working, waiting tables at Conference World. Everything was normal. I got through my shift; we got everything cleaned up. It was about 9:15 PM. I was exhausted, so I laid down on my bed, still in my uniform—black slacks with a white button-down shirt. I was so tired. I had spent all my free time at bonfires and walking down the beach with friends. I chose this night to crash early. My roommate came in about 11 PM. I woke up when he came in. He said, "You're really rude this evening." I replied, "What are you talking about? I came straight from work." He said, "I saw you in my room and then fell asleep." He had a different story. After my work, he saw me walk to the bonfire and stand next to it, with a blank stare, just standing there, not speaking. He said he asked how I was doing. I said fine, evidently. Then that person walked out of sight down the beach. Same clothes and same everything. I told him it was not me. I didn't have sand in my shoes. I couldn't convince him it wasnnot me.  This happened many times well living there. People would claim saw me though out Cannon Beach.   Shop keepers would say  back again?  Evidently, I go in a store, look around great them. Look in some items, then how go away. Then a couple hours, I myself would go into the store and be looking around and they I decided to buy something guess I was back again. It was very disturbing.  There was no video security footage. I never saw him the other me.  There is no answer.  Did have to  do with the Haunted tunnel of my youth?