I have a slight mental disorder. It causes frequent lapses in common sense, good judgment and bouts of high fever—gold fever.

My right rib cage took the brunt of the blow from the fall, which left me feeling partially paralyzed and in immense pain.

At first we decided to see what the flat by our camp would produce where the old-timers had worked it with their Pelton wheel and dragline buckets.

He got out his new salt gun and began searching for the source of the intruder. He soon isolated the sound to a point in the rafters above the stove.

…I was looking down on what was a frightening 500-foot sheer drop-off. We were precariously close to the edge as the shoulder was practically non-existent.

He could tell that the top part just slid partway down over the bottom half. So, he tried to twist it apart with his hands. No go!

If you have done any hiking in rough terrain you are well aware that going down a slope is much more difficult and dangerous than climbing it.