Chris Cote

And remember, I'm 13 years old.

I've ridden a horse maybe three or four times in my life.

This horse starts going like we're on the Kentucky Derby.

And I'm sitting there, and we're getting to the cliff.

So the cliff is like a half mile away, now a quarter mile away, and this guy is not slowing down.

He passes the horse now that originally started running.

He's gone, and it's just me and the cliff.

Is anyone on the trail yelling for you to do something?

They're so far behind that all I can hear is the commotion of yelling and not like an actual task.

My mom's screaming.

Everybody's screaming.

Did you consider just bailing?

So this is what I'm thinking.

I'm like 13.

I'm like, all right, I can see the cliff maybe 100 yards away.

I don't know if this horse has a death wish and it's going to fling me 1,000 feet to my death.

Diablo.

So I have to be like, all right, I might have to jump off this thing.

But we're going like...

30 miles an hour we are flying wow and at a certain point i'm like all right i can't do that that's crazy because all it is is like shards of glass and rock and whatever and i'm like i'm gonna shards of glass i feel like you've added that to the story i feel like there wasn't shards of glass around in the dominican did you lie a little bit there no because listen listen why i believe the rocks part there was listen there was trash inside the mangroves because i guess locals and stuff they drink and they throw the bottles exactly right thank you