They are the most humbling of stories when we hear that Duluth Pack products have impacted people’s lives for the better. Whether that be helping through portages, assisting by carrying books to class or we actually save someone’s life. Today’s post is based on an email that our team recently received this past month from one of our customers. It made our jaw’s drop and gave us gigantic goosebumps. Get ready for a story of a lifetime!
Please note: The customer has given Duluth Pack the approval to share her story with her Duluth Pack along with the photos to prove her point.
Hello Duluth Pack – I am sure like most reviews and comments in emails you receive, there may be more negative than positive comments. However, if you give me a few moments I would like to tell you a story.
My name is Megan Thun I am 25 years old and I was born and raised in Silver Bay, MN just North of Duluth. For years I have wanted a Duluth Pack and never had the funds to buy one after all the college tuition and rent bills. I envied those who had them, and assured myself that I would spoil myself one day with a forest green Duluth Pack. Another year passed and it just was not a necessity, just a luxury.
So last fall I put Duluth Pack on my Christmas list (That my aunt requires me to do). I don’t like asking for gifts, so Christmas lists are low on priority shelf. However, I thought to myself “Why not?”.
Then Christmas came around. I opened a box from my aunt, and low and behold, a forest green Duluth Pack sat in the folds of wrapping paper. I fell in love immediately! It was perfect, it smelled great, and felt comfortable on my shoulder. I cleaned my stuff out of my old bag that night and switched my essentials over to the pack.
Now, when I get into a vehicle to drive I don’t take my purse or bag off. It has something to do with comfort and snugness in the driver’s seat. All my relatives think it is weird. Which leads me to the rest of the story.
On January 7th 2015, I drove my sisters dog to the vetrinarian in Ely, MN. It had snowed early in the morning and the woods were beautiful, but the roads were a tad slippery. So I took my time up to Ely. I dropped my sisters dog off and headed back to Silver Bay slow but sure. I was thinking of going snowshoeing when I got back, but it was rather cold that day (a balmy -20 degrees). I was about half way in between Silver Bay and Ely on Hwy 1, when my back wheels hit a patch of black ice. I took my foot off the brake and let the car slow down and drive out of the slippery patch. But nothing helped. My car was fish tailing around the corner. When I looked up my heart sank… A logging truck was coming around the corner and my car was slipping right into its path.
I turned the car enough to miss the front of the logging truck, but it was not enough. When I realized I was not going to miss the trailer of the logging truck I let go of the steering wheel and closed my eyes. I figured, that was it. In those split seconds I remember thinking “Nobody lives through these accidents.” (please don’t stop reading).
I opened my eyes and relized I had made it out of the accident with my life. My car was in pieces on the highway and I had no windsheild. Miraculously I had no cuts or scrapes. My driver’s side door looked like a crumpled piece of paper. Luckily, my arm was tucked between me and my Duluth Pack. It was a buffer between the tangled metal mess just inches away from me. It saved my arm from injury or worse possibilities. I thank God that I had it with me that day and did not take a wallet instead. I sat in the freezing cold for and hour and twenty minutes, waiting to be cut out of the car that held me prisoner.
When the EMT’s finally cut the car apart and freed me and EMT told me to sit very still (standard medical percautions; in case of brain or spinal injury). I remember him saying “We’re going to take your purse and put it in the Sherriff’s vehicle. (He grabbed the Duluth Pack and pulled). I informed him that it was attached to me over the shoulders. He then yelled to one of the other EMT’s that were there, “Someone get me the cutting shears!”
They say in times of stress you forget your reactions or how you handle situations. This time was one of them. I cannot recall if I said this next sentence with poise or out of straight irritaion. I said, “No! You can pull it over my head and slide it off, but don’t you cut it!” (the poor EMT got the brunt of my reaction, and I am sure he thought I was crazy. I was possibly injured, trapped in a car, and freezing, and still barking orders.) The EMT oblidged and took the Duluth Pack over my head. I cannot recall whether I said thank you, because soon after that they pulled me out of the seat and put me in the ambulance, everything after that gets fuzzy and blurry.
When I got to the hospital I was told I had a dislocated hip. They popped it back in and then I had to have hip surgery to repair the damage. I am just about back to normal now and have little to no pain.
The scratches on my Duluth pack are a constant reminder that I was very close to more serious injuries, not ruling out fatal injuries.
So in conclusion I would like to personally thank you for making such strong reliable bags. They are more than just carriers for us. They are what hold our essentials that makes our lives go around, and they hold memories and emotions that are not visible or tangible in this world. For me my Duluth Pack was a life saver.
Have a great rest of the summer! I am sure the tourists keep you busy! I attached pictures so you have something to pair to the long story I just told you.
Megan H. Thun
If you have a story with your Duluth Pack, please email our team at: firstname.lastname@example.org and we would love to hear how Duluth Pack has been integrated into your life.
Thank you for your loyalty and support! Please know, our lifetime guarantee can mean more than just the craftsmanship and hardware in our products, as Megan so thoroughly describes. If you’re interested, buy Megan’s style of bag HERE.
– From your friends at Duluth Pack