A couple buddies and I stole a toilet from an abandoned trailer home (first very questionable action in this story). Had to dig through a couple feet of trash to get it out. We threw it in one of the other guy’s truck. That night we took it out to the woods and set it up in a clearing. In it we placed what we will call ‘an improvised container designed to self destruct in an extremely short period of time’. Everything worked perfectly. A bright flash, a very loud noise, then a few young men whooping and hollering as the toilet just flat out disappeared. We celebrated for a whole 4 or 5 seconds before we started hearing porcelain raining down around us. We dove under his truck, hoping that no big pieces would bust out his windshield. We survived without a scratch (probably giving us the stupid courage to do similar poorly thought through things in the future). We never did find any big remaining pieces and all that was left where the toilet used to be was a crater two feet deep.

Another story with these same guys, sorry this one is longer. We decided to climb Mt Hood one weekend. We left late and arrived at the lodge at the base of the mountain around midnight. We started climbing around 2 in the morning taking our skis and snowboards on our backs, stupidly thinking we could just ski all the way down after we summited. The typical route to the top included a crossing part of the crater glacier between two rock pillars of sorts. Well, being late summer, the glacier had pulled away from the rock and we couldn’t climb that way. The only other route we knew of was to use our crampons and ice axes to literally climb hand and foot up the face of the icy crater wall. Got to the top around 10 in the morning. We climbed back down (of course not being able ski or snowboard at least 2/3 of the way). Got to the bottom exhausted and ended up driving around and finding an amazing campsite at the base of the mountain to sleep. Setup our tents and gear and ate dinner. As it got dark and we got some energy back we had the brilliant idea to drive north to Mt Adams and do another one day climb. All of us had climbed it before and knew it was a longer climb than Mt. Hood but didn’t want to be the one to back out. So we packed up and got back on the road in the dark. By the time we got to the Columbia River we finally acknowledged how tired we were and accepted the fact we were never going to be able to climb the mountain in one day in our state. So we stopped at one of the pullouts off the highway overlooking the river, pulled out our mats and sleeping bags and immediately passed out on the ground, on the side of the road, under the stars. The next thing I remember was the sun shining on me with an elderly couple standing over, looking very concerned and me asking me if I was ok and needed any help.

And I’ve got a lot more where those came from, usually involving the same friends.