I thought my travel partners were darting off the path for exploration's sake, but as it turns out they were also avoiding a giant chasm, a fissure I was not so intelligent as to dodge. I fell several dozen feet and slammed into the ground. I tried to breathe but my airway was blocked. My fumbling hands revealed to me that my collarbone had inexplicably snapped in such a way as to pierce my throat. I was suffocating from the blockage and drowning in my own blood, to boot. I felt I was not much longer for this world. As my travel companions hooted at me, I thought of my kids, my ex-wives, and all my life choices. I let the darkness wash over my eyes. I regretted nothing.