“Rolly, I think we’ve gone too far.” I was struggling to read the small print on my map by flashlight. It was 10:30 at night, and we were trying to locate our companions. “Hmmmm … I think we were supposed to take the Lily Basin Trail.” So, back we went to find the right turnoff, and when we reached the spot, there were about 8 different paths meandering in every direction like the legs of an octopus.
I was a little confused, “Wow, none of these trails look like they go the way we want to.”
Rolly walked over to a post in the darkness, “How about this sign that says Lily Basin Trail. I think that’s a pretty good clue.”
I really couldn’t argue with that logic, so we moved off in that direction. A few minutes later we stopped, and I gave a shout, “DOOOOUUUUG!” We waited. Nothing. Then, out of the blackness, “HEYYYYYY!” We shouted back, “HEYYYYYY!” We kept shouting at eachother until we found Doug and Scott, who had all but given up on us.
It had been years since we’d been able to do a trip together, so it was great to see everybody again. We bashed up Gilbert Peak on Friday morning, and I took an evening hike up Old Snowy. We were all pretty worn out, but as Doug always says, “The crux of any climb is getting out the front door. Everything else is easy!”
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