Extreme vacation adventures

I saw a call out for extreme vacation stories. I suppose what the editor had in mind is white water rafting, deep sea diving and adventure stories. I've had some extreme vacation experiences, but not on that level.

The time we stood outside a tiny beach motel office waiting for the couple ahead of us to register was extremely memorable. We watched the two gentlemen carry their luggage in, then we waited impatiently on the small porch in the glaring sun. We waited for fifteen minutes, then, Bill cupped his eyes and peered through the sliding glass door. One of the gentlemen opened the door and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, we'd like to rent a room."
"Well, the office is around the other side." He looked as embarrassed as we felt.

That's only one of our extreme vacation experiences. One year we drove to Colorado on a whim, without motel reservations. A big storm came rip roaring into town ahead of us. All of the campers headed from the hills to the big city motels, and there were no vacancies anywhere. We drove on until about 2:00 a.m. Bill finally pulled into the parking lot of a closed auto body repair station. It was not well-lit and because I had a wad of money in my purse, I feared being robbed. I stuffed that roll of twenties into the waistband of my shorts. Bill reclined his seat and passed out from exhaustion. I wiggled until daybreak wishing for a bathroom and a bed. As the sunrise illuminated our surroundings, I was glad to see a weight station across the highway and a nearby 7-11. I scooted out of the car into the damp, crisp morning air, stood and stretched my arms and shook my stiff legs. That's when it happened. Those twenties fluttered down my leg one at a time and skittered in the breeze. They stuck to the wet pavement like adhesive-backed stamps on envelopes. About the time I peeled one off, another dropped. I can only imagine what the shift change workers in the weight station thought as they peered across the street and saw me chasing twenty dollar bills falling out of my shorts every time I took a step. If you ask me, that was pretty extreme.

Have you had an extreme adventure,or fiasco you're willing to tell me about?