I'm in the woods with Dr. Doolittle.
Getting lost in a place like this you can almost guarantee that you aren't going to make it out here.
Sandals are made out of rubber, and when lit on fire burn black.
If you don't have your game-face on, you're going to go home either to a hospital or to a casket.
Everywhere you go, mother nature's throwing some curve-ball at you.
Everyone knows the rules of three's, you can survive three weeks without food, but not in this environment.