MacWildcat wrote:David still shivers when he sees a spoon.

Until you have been in a similar situation (or the realization that you are very close), the meaning just aint the same. Back in March Brian, Tracy, and I were doing a 182 mile one-day loop out south of Moab: Moab - Lockhart Basin - Needles Outpost for some gas - Needles - Elephant Hill - Bobby's Hole [didn't know what to expect, but it aint a mudpit, but rather a part of Bobby's anatomy]- Beef Basin - Newspaper Rock - Pavement back to Moab. Our tires were nearly shot, but we figured we would wear them out with this long day and long return on pavement.
Well.... coming up out of Beef Basin we gained quite a bit of altitude, a bit over 2000' to a hi of 8200'. We hit some muddy roads (all else had been dry) and turned down a forest service road I had mapped out. The mud got worse (we were going downhill, so going back was going to suck) and worse until we turned a corner and found 2 feet of snow covering the road for several hundred yards. We pushed our bikes through with them running and in gear ... more mud, more snow, more mud, more snow ... Brian turns to me (I have the maps and GPS) and says "Please tell me we go down soon ... " Probably about 2 miles of this, but it seemed like eternity ... about this time my cell phone alarm goes off. That means two things: 1) I forgot to turn off my cell in the morning and the battery is now probably nearly dead and 2) it is 5pm. Neither is good news. Remember, this is March. 5pm is late. And this is one time I might actually need my cell phone. At this point Tracy is muttering about the conditions "being bad". Not good.
Later we all admitted that we figured we might be spending the night. Considering the temps and conditions, spooning wasn't looking so bad!
Dang, I like adventures!