Last summer, I was in Wasilla visiting friends and family, and we were out fishing on Knik Lake. My friend, Jared, and I were in a canoe, about 100 feet from shore when Jared decided to get up and stretch, forgetting that canoes are very tippy and we could tip any second. That’s exactly what happened. All of a sudden we were in the water with fishing poles, soda cans, tackle boxes and a few dead fish. Knowing what to do, I got out from under the canoe and made sure I saw Jared. He was sitting on the bottom of the overturned canoe laughing because he couldn’t believe what had happened. Luckily we were dressed for taking a swim and didn’t have any electronics on us. We gathered as much scattered gear as we could and got back onto dry land. That same summer, Jared and I were riding his 4-wheeler home from the lake when we were going around a corner, and his back tire fell off and went rolling into the ditch. We managed to keep the wheeler from tipping and falling onto the axle. What had happened was the bearings were in bad shape, and all the weight shifted to the tire when turning, and busted the lug nuts off. After we stopped, Jared needed to get the wheeler in the air to put the tire back on, so we had our buddy Cole lift the wheeler high enough so we could stack our helmets together and use them as a jack, Finally the day was over, and we could get to bed and forget all that had happened that day.