Seconds later the ledge collapsed, but instead of plunging to their doom, Nils managed to grab onto Rolf’s leg and Rolf managed to grasp a large tree root. They dangled near the precipice for hours until a wandering bull moose, mistaking their cries for a cow in heat, joined them in a spinning and bellowing tangle of arms, legs and antlers hurtling to the crags far below.

It was the best vacation ever.