Dear Gentle Readers, I have now ‘chronicled’ my hike with you through two days’ worth of trekking with the Boy Scouts. The last two days were rough, but today was going to be different; yes sir-ree! Only 6 miles. Then our Ex-Marine troop guide pointed out our rout: 1 mile up this mountain side, 30 degree slope, no trail, full packs. That’s when I thought I heard the scouts in the group shout words of PROTEST like: “Hooray!” “This is gonna be awesome!” “That mountain is too small, let’s do that bigger one over there!” I thought to myself, ‘This is nuts! Surely I can instigate a mutiny. Yes… yes, all I need is lots of bacon to convince them.” Well away we went, up-up-up the side of the mountain. To give a perspective, I ask that you recall the ABC Wide World of Sports promotion where the skier flies down the mountain and begins to crash in the agony of defeat. That’s what would have happened if I stood up too far and tipped backwards, my backpack taking me over the edge. Everyone cheered when I made it to the top. There is a beautiful view that some would say brings you closer to God. I say it brings you closer to God because you just about die getting there. None-the-less, I dropped my pack, laid back and stretched out looking in the horizon. Not too far off I could see an airplane flying by… below us. The next thing I know I was being nudged by a scout. “Hey, mister, you better wake up. Your face is getting really red.” Crud! I fell asleep under nature’s equivalent of a tanning booth. Oh well, another sore part of the body to be dealt with tonight. “Packs on!” commands our troop guide, “We’ve got to get down this mountain and hike to the nearby lake.” So now we begin our descent…. Next episode: No Decent Descent.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 22:05:33 +0000
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