^High Risk^

If there is one thing that is on our

"Favorite Things To Do" list.

 

Night Hikes are on it.

What's more fun than walking aimlessly through the dark on a path?

nothing.

Up a canyon close by our home there is a well known trail that leads to a place called
The Wind Caves.

A classic title for a cave that wind blows through
 don't you think?

Well anyway
that was on the agenda for one night.
although it was sporadic,
we were ready to concur the bitter cold winter night.

All of our posse gathered together to climb this mountain.
equipped with flashlights, goodies & a boarder line positive attitude.

Now.
The first little bit was fine..
nothing to treacherous.
Just some mud & steep cliffs.

Forgetting that it was still considered to be winter....
we also forgot about the massive ice build-up.
That was possibly starting to melt.

Whatevs.

That little bit of information didn't come till later.

Anyway.
The path started to become for slick, icy and more steep with every step.
The only thing going through our heads was,
"Don't fall. Don't do anything stupid.  Holy Crud. How are we going to get down?"

Not knowing who to confide in with these problems we held our breath & kept on truckin'
because everyone else was moving with confidence.

After a good hour of hiking,
or more,
or less.
We honestly couldn't tell you...
for our thoughts consisted of nothing but
"Please do not let us die like this. We are young & have so much to live for."

we finally reached the top of the mountain where apparently everyone wanted to be.
it was the most happening place in the canyon.
 probably.

& to think we thought that we were crazy hiking up there.
I guess its safe to say that "crazy" is contagious.

A fire was made at the top where our good friends helped provided us with banana boats.
Let us now be defined as:
First Time Banana Boaters.
& now they are an addiction.

Ethel Ray has always had a constant hankering for chocolate chips & Vera has the same problem only with anything that is edible.
So this treat tailored to all of our needs.

The top of the mountain was peaceful & full of laughter.
Camp was then taken down.
& everyone was ready to go down the mountain.

Everyone but us.

Wanting to be the caboose of this friendship train was our first intention.
figuring that it was not the most brilliant idea we aimed for the middle in between strong men that could catch us if we fell.

This started out great.
Everyone was helping each other & we were all making great progress...
on dirt-mud.

The ice was slowly approaching. 
We grasped onto anything within reach.

Ethel was struggling because in all reality she has never been a fan of declines.
& Vera has a screaming problem that would potentially start an avalanche...
That's where this whole "high risk" business comes into play.

The avalanche probability was almost 90% when we went up there...
This was indeed unknowingly.
Ethel was later confronted by her father expressing his concern about vigorous hiking activity & specifically not to hike the wind caves...
the next morning.
after we safely arrived home.
no harm.
no foul.
 right?

The "strong" men that we decided to place ourselves between were no help whatsoever.
They were falling more than we were & doing stupid things all the way down the mountain.
boys will be boys, we guess.

So.
Matters had to fall into our own hands.
If no one was going to help us then we needed to think fast about how this situation would pan out.

From our prior experiences we concluded on the fact that we are really good at sliding.
we have had many adventures where that was what saved us.
so anytime there was a thump or a scream from anyone other than us,
which was quite a regular occurrence,
we sat down where we were & began to wiggle our way to victory.
in perfect synchronization no less.

We made it down the mountain in a lot longer time than it took to get up it.
but we were safe.

& funny enough as it was,
we weren't the ones who ended up with bruises, scrapes or a rip in their pants.

Only a huge mud stain will be permanently engraved in our long-johns.

We concurred the mountain.
Were fed bounties of chocolate chips.
& made it out alive.

We would say that is a job well done.
Because we didn't even get hurt,
& in all honesty it was a little surprising.

eh.
sometimes other people need to experience some embarrassment.

 

We are individualist...We do what we want.

This post is dedicated to Spencer's Pants...May they R.I.P.