A year ago I took a class called “Wilderness Survival.”
I learned that if you’re lost in the woods, you are MOST likely to die from exposure, first, dehydration second, and starvation third.
The majority of our time was focused on learning what we could do to keep our core body temperature at a stable level.
And so I learned to build a debris shelter.
Basically, you use a long piece of wood for a “spine” and smaller pieces of wood for “ribs” and you build yourself a little nest made of – you got it – debris!
You scoop up the leaf litter that’s lying on the ground and you pile it 24 – 48 inches thick on top of the frame you’ve built.
Despite the face that this looks like an above-ground coffin, this will keep you warm at night.
All I could think about as I was scooping leaf litter was “There better be no spiders in this.”
I am sure however, that if I was in the middle of a crisis, I would probably worry less about the spiders and more about my predicament.
The reason why I am telling you this is that I happened to mention to a few of my Tinder friends that I’ve taken a survival course and they think it’s wildly sexy.
You’d think that it would be my beer brewing classes that they’d find appealing.
But no, it’s the survival class.
Lately, the coffers have been filled with firemen, Air Force and Navy pilots, and Fire and Rescue members.
So it makes sense that they might value survival skills over my ability to brew beer.
The coolest guy I ever dated was an Australian wilderness expert.
For fun, he’d get dropped off in the Outback and have to find his way home with nothing but a powerbar and a liter of water.
Or something like that.
It sounds like I’m searching for my own Crocodile Dundee!