Once upon a time, I liked a boy…
(yeah, I was totally boy crazy..this is no secret. It was embarrassing.)
It was in Horn Creek, Colorado when it happened
(…no, not when I first liked the boy… well I mean I guess that’s always possible. But no, no… when I got lost. On a mountain.)
So it was our day to climb the mountain, Horn Peak. My dad + me along with a good sized group of our dearest church family friends. I was pumped. I loved hiking but a mountain?! How cool is that! You even get a certificate at the end which was also cool. I was such a dweeb and I loved myself for it.
So we set out for the all-day hike and my gosh was the air crisp and clear. The smell of pine and wood, the smell of earth; it enveloped the senses. Well… not all senses.
So, we hiked to the top and it was a blast. Being with my dad and our friends truly was wonderful. We got to the top and there was this animal that looked like a groundhog (see picture above, far right. He wanted to be in the picture! Plus, I think it’s called a marmot?) Anyways… Friendly little guy. Climbed all over us wanting so desperately to be loved (I mean hey – he must be so lonely up there! Also, let’s be honest. He just wanted our food.)
We stayed for a bit, enjoyed our snacks, then headed back down. So this boy that I liked, he was an experienced mountain-hiker (I’m sure there’s a word for it but I can’t be bothered…). He started off on his own and I decided to follow. I’m a pretty fast walker and figured I could keep up. Yeah, well…. I couldn’t. He had no idea I was following him (or maybe he DID?!?! To the boy I followed that day – I know you know who you are – did you lose me on PURPOSE?! haha I wouldn’t put it past you…)
Anyways, so like I said, the mountain air sucked all my oxygen away and I made the impulsive decision to follow an experienced mountain-hiker all in the name of CRUSH.
I actually made it quite a ways and then I lost him. Or he lost me…? So there I was! Stranded! On the side of a mountain. It was cold. I was freezing with my windbreaker jacket, no food, no water, no map… I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive…
No. I’m sorry I just did that. It was for the fun of it. It was bright and sunny and a gorgeous day. We had eaten, I wasn’t hungry nor cold. But I really WAS lost and scared to death! I didn’t know what to do so I just sat down. Right where I was at. I thought the area looked familiar but I was afraid to go further and make the situation worse. I have no idea how long I waited and then I heard a voice calling my name. A good family friend (who’s daughter ended up taking piano lessons from my husband, ironically) found me! All the other hikers had made it back and when I wasn’t there, too, they got worried.
To my humiliation, I wasn’t that far from our camp site. To my even greater humiliation, by the time I returned, everyone knew I was lost. They had sent people out on HORSEBACK looking for me. Aghhh! I had to walk back through a bunch of friends and family in my humiliation and then went and hid for a good portion of the day.
Everyone was kind about it and told me I had done the right thing by sitting down and waiting. That’s great and all.. just wish I hadn’t let my heart run off with my brain.
Moral of the story? I don’t know. Don’t get lost on a mountain because of a silly school-girl crush…