Chiksic
Resident Stoner
- Location
- a cloud of smoke
Here's the story. Me and a few friends were camping yesterday at Hope Campground in Provo Canyon. For those of you who aren't familiar with the area, let me paint you a little picture. you go up a long windy road for maybe? 5? 10? miles? I have never counted it. Then to the left is Hope and to the right is Squaw Peak, a look out point. Well right now, the gate is closed right by the T in the road. So to get to the actual Hope campground you've gotta hike in maybe a mile or two. So we got a little shopping cart, lol, and got our whole campsite set up. People start drinking, except me. Not sure why, just didn't feel like drinking. So stuff happens, fast forward, now we're at 3am. If it hadn't been so damn cold I would've been off in Jennyland very asleep, but it was cold so I was wrapped up by the fire trying to nap. Then, the 3 guys that are still awake (the rest passed out by now) come up to me asking me if they can go out to my Jeep for more alcohol. Mind you, II'd already supplied about a gallon of vodka and a fifth of gin which was supposed to be just for me but I wasn't drinking. Anyway, I said no because they were already drunk and could barely walk. Time goes on. 1 more guy passes out. 1 guy is about to pass out. And the remaining guy, let's call him Bob, who is my cousin's best friend appears sobered up. No slurring, no unsteadiness when he walks, he can carry on a conversation just fine, not saying stupid stuff that he says when he's drunk most of the time, etc. And he asks me again if he can go get another bottle from my car. After much debating and conversation, I give him the key to my Jeep. Quite possibly the worst judgement call of my life. He's very physically fit and going into the Marines in a couple weeks, so the plan was for him to jog to and from and be back in no more than 45min. Why didn't I go with him? I'd already hiked in and out 3 trips total that day, and I'm not the most physically fit person in the world and I was dead tired. Oh, and I trusted him. 
Soooo the next thing I know I'm being woekn up at 6am by my mother and a cop. *sigh* "Bob" drove my jeep and ran it off a cliff into a gully. He rolled it I think 1 time. Somehow he got out and walked to the main road and got a ride to the hospital. I don't know anything about his injuries because as soon as he was done at the hospital they took him to the police station and smacked almost $4k of fines on his ass. He turns 21 next month, he's lucky he was still underage. But his injuries couldn't have been too bad since he was released from the hospital. I had a hi-lift jack sitting in the cargo area of my jeep, and that flew forward and is no laying between the front two seat and on the back seat. He probably got knocked by it. There's a bunch of blood on the door and on the seats, there was a big trail of blood on the plants out to the road. But somehow that son of a ***** is still alive. Now, for the pics.... This first set are from when we were coming down and stopped to check out the wreckage. Pardon the poor quality, my palm pilot is the only camera I have now. And sory if they're a little blurry, I was trying not to shake.
MORAL OF THE STORY: NEVER drink and drive!!!! (especially in someone else's vehicle!)
Soooo the next thing I know I'm being woekn up at 6am by my mother and a cop. *sigh* "Bob" drove my jeep and ran it off a cliff into a gully. He rolled it I think 1 time. Somehow he got out and walked to the main road and got a ride to the hospital. I don't know anything about his injuries because as soon as he was done at the hospital they took him to the police station and smacked almost $4k of fines on his ass. He turns 21 next month, he's lucky he was still underage. But his injuries couldn't have been too bad since he was released from the hospital. I had a hi-lift jack sitting in the cargo area of my jeep, and that flew forward and is no laying between the front two seat and on the back seat. He probably got knocked by it. There's a bunch of blood on the door and on the seats, there was a big trail of blood on the plants out to the road. But somehow that son of a ***** is still alive. Now, for the pics.... This first set are from when we were coming down and stopped to check out the wreckage. Pardon the poor quality, my palm pilot is the only camera I have now. And sory if they're a little blurry, I was trying not to shake.MORAL OF THE STORY: NEVER drink and drive!!!! (especially in someone else's vehicle!)
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