Lifescouts: Mountain-Climbing Badge
Since I grew up in hilly New Hampshire, I’m no stranger to climbing mountains. I try to make at least one hiking trip every summer, and to conquer a new mountain with every hike.
One of the craziest experiences I’ve had while climbing a mountain would have to be in the summer of 2010. A few of my friends from high school and I decided to take the “short” route up Mt. Carrigain without checking what the weather would be like later on in the day. Bad mistake.
We made it up okay, and the view from the top was amazing!
Then clouds started gathering in. Fast.
We started heading down, but eventually it didn’t matter. It started pouring, and for those that don’t know, rain + being on a mountain is probably one of the more dangerous things you could do.
We were descending for hours, it seemed, and before we knew it it was pitch black. We couldn’t see a thing. A few of us had flashlights and head lamps, but the batteries died. We were trying to find our way out of the woods in the dark. I was convinced we would have to spend the night on the mountain, and wait for the sunrise to find the way out.
…Luckily, we didn’t have to. We some how found our way back to the car. Tired, soaking wet, with blistered feet and a great story to tell. Oh, Mt. Carrigain. You almost won!