McRat
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I remember when I first started getting into hiking I took a day off from work and took a solo hike up Monadnock. It was a beautiful April day, and being a Tuesday afternoon, I even got the summit to myself for almost 20 minutes.
In my confidence I soon went off trail and did a hairy bushwack down some thick brush that I suspect hadn't seen a living animal or person in years. I took a slide down 20 feet to an even uglier 'cant turn back' prospect of rock climbing.
I got myself together, sat there and prayed.
"God, if I must die on a mountain... PLEASE don't let it be MONADNOCK!"
In my confidence I soon went off trail and did a hairy bushwack down some thick brush that I suspect hadn't seen a living animal or person in years. I took a slide down 20 feet to an even uglier 'cant turn back' prospect of rock climbing.
I got myself together, sat there and prayed.
"God, if I must die on a mountain... PLEASE don't let it be MONADNOCK!"