Risk Management Magazine

The nose continued to weathervane to the right in search of the wind, and the aircraft began a turning descent toward the treetops. My ability to interpret symbology then began to deteriorate as I focused intently on not overtorquing the aircraft.

Drowning is almost always a deceptively quiet event. The waving, splashing and yelling that dramatic conditioning (read: television) prepares us to look for is rarely seen in real life.

Eventually, the pressure became too much and the 2x4 broke loose and shot off the edge. Gravity won again, and I followed the board and slammed into the roof.