Whitewater kayaking over a decade in some squirrelly water all over the southeast. The best were always floodstage, wintertime, rain fed technical rivers & creeks with up to 18' waterfalls. The Ocoee Olympic course, New River, Gauley... that was the stuff I taught and led groups on. Stuck in some recirculating hydraulics and swimming 10-15' d-o-w-n into the dark to try and get below it to get flushed out.
Sea kayaking multi-day solo out of sight of land.
Getting caught in some storms alone out in my 22' sailboat.
Caving d-e-e-p. Commuting rush hour on a motorcycle with folks texting all around you. Being in a road bike race in which you are outclassed, in a pack inches from each other... and it starts to rain. Being the only camper on a big island in Lake Superior, way underarmed before you could legally carry in a Nat'l Park, with a bear that kept coming up and chuffing at edge of my campsite HALF THE DANG NIGHT. That moment that seemed liked eternity as I was falling off a cliff face at about 20' in the air.
Being the recipient of Amy-0's "I'm not touching you" dance.
Hearing Tim The Slugman's voice calling in the dark "Come here you big ol' sweet thing!"
Going to sleep in the same room as TNRat.
Becoming a Dad.
Then a couple of years later hearing the words: "Your son has autism."