Have you ever dropped something important, and watched it roll towards the edge of precipice? You know there is nothing you can do to stop it, but you still have that instinctual drive to dive after it?
Yeah, that TOTALLY happened to me yesterday. Me and Chris went for an early morning hike at Wet Beaver creek. We arrived at the trailhead at 5:00am, and hiked in getting great morning views like this:
When we got ready to hit the trail again it happened. My (apparently) poorly secured camera slipped off of the strap holding it to the backpack. It hit the ground about a foot from the edge of our little outcropping. And I thought "If I hurry, I could grab that." And then that little part of me that my mom tried to cultivate during my youth spoke up and said "Ummm... ARE YOU STUPID!?!?!" So I watched my prized Canon G9 camera roll and disappear over the edge. My heart dropped with it, and I'm sure a few expletives escaped my lips.
We looked over the edge, and saw no sign of my beloved. I was determined to find it. I climbed my way as far down as I could, looking at any little shelf or outcropping for the black case that I had held a few minutes before. Eventually, at about half-way down I got to a point where I could go no further. There was a dirt path another 200 or so feet below me, and after beating my way back up to Chris, we decided to find our way down to the creekside. We meandered down the trail until we spotted a place with no major cliffs, and after some cactus-filled bushwhacking, we finally made our way down the water. And after some further creek-side bushwhacking through non-dog-friendly terrain, we found our way below that fateful outcropping.
Surprisingly enough, Chris found the camera within about 5 minutes. I expected the worst, but also surprisingly the camera had no visible blemishes. Apparently my case is better at padding falls than I had thought. When I turned it on though, the damage became clear. The LCD was cracked, and gave off only a faint glow. After some testing it was clear that it was capable of taking pictures, but was unable to display them.
Here is the test shot to prove it. You see that little bit of vegetation in the center? Right above that is the outcropping whence the camera came. All told, probably about 300 feet from trail to landing:
Now comes the fun part of finding either a replacement screen, or somebody who can repair the damage without costing me more than the camera is worth.
What a day!