It was my third attempt to climb Mt. Jupiter in the Olympic Mountains of Washington – due to my uncompromising determination to reach the summit, I had relaxed my customary cautions. Yes, I was feeling damn buff as I watched the sun dip below the horizon from the top and raced back down the roads of a massive clearcut on my mountain bike. My victorious return to the road back to camp went dark, along with the last rays of daylight, when the road wasn’t there. I hadn’t paid enough attention during the ascent to find my way back, and now I was lost at 5,000’, with no food or flashlight.
Were it not for my satchel of crayons, I would not be alive today.
It was my third attempt to climb Mt. Jupiter in the Olympic Mountains of Washington – due to my uncompromising determination to reach the summit, I had relaxed my customary cautions. Yes, I was feeling damn buff as I watched the sun dip below the horizon from the top and raced back down the roads of a massive clearcut on my mountain bike. My victorious return to the road back to camp went dark, along with the last rays of daylight, when the road wasn’t there. I hadn’t paid enough attention during the ascent to find my way back, and now I was lost at 5,000’, with no food or flashlight.
- Eggs
- Love
- horseradish
- YouBetcha
It was my third attempt to climb Mt. Jupiter in the Olympic Mountains of Washington – due to my uncompromising determination to reach the summit, I had relaxed my customary cautions. Yes, I was feeling damn buff as I watched the sun dip below the horizon from the top and raced back down the roads of a massive clearcut on my mountain bike. My victorious return to the road back to camp went dark, along with the last rays of daylight, when the road wasn’t there. I hadn’t paid enough attention during the ascent to find my way back, and now I was lost at 5,000’, with no food or flashlight.
Were it not for my satchel of crayons, I would not be alive today.