I just thought of another humbling experience, this one belongs to myself however. Two years ago I was in the Q on Louisa on I think the 2nd or 3rd island headed north from the falls with my old paddle buddy. The night before we had some nasty weather so we had decided that lightening our load by drinking down some of the rum ration was a fantastic idea that would pay us back later in the trip due to lighter packs. In theory we were well sounded. However, the next morning, paddle partner was snoring away and I decided a dip in the lake would be a good start to the day and cure the slight headache I'd acquired. I stripped down, found a nice rock to launch myself from where it was nice and deep. (keep this part in mind as I'm sure you can visualize about a 3 foot drop into the water with deep water surrounding this piece of rocky shoreline for about 20' either direction). I hit the water, feel its fresh cold attack and come to the surface and start to swim towards shore. One problem...I can't get out. The rocks I jumped off of in my morning fog of a brain were higher off the water than I could pull myself out on. So here I was wearing my nothing but my birth-rite trying to scale a basically sheer rock wall. After several slightly painful, extremely embarrassing (thankfully it was late summer and NO ONE passed by, I can only imagine PJ, DB, or Jimbo paddling by and seeing the rare two-toned skinny water sloth and the comments that would illicit) I swam around to the canoe landing and scampered back on shore with very little dignity left, but thankfully very little hangover as well.