My son and I were camped out on Granite creek between the campground and Six Mile this weekend and a fellow walked into camp looking very cold and wet, asking if I had a knife.
He was rafting down Granite in his brand new Yak pack raft and got tangled up in a sweeper. Luckily he was swept free (under the tree I believe). The raft didn't fare so well as it was deflated and torn up, still underwater, stuck in the branches several feet down.
He needed my knife to try and free his back pack which was attached to the raft under water. After a few tries, fighting the cold water and the current he gave up saving the pack and cut it open so he could retreive a dry bay with his car keys in it. We walked back to camp and I offered him a ride back to the campground, he said he needed to be alone to think and would walk back.
He was a lucky guy, it makes me think about all the time I spend in the feild and how many times I have been lucky when things have gone wrong.