| fun on antero
I had planned to get an earlier start, but I didn't get going until almost six. That would have been okay, except that I underestimated how long it would take. But it was a nice day with good views.
The stream was raging.
Only a few snowfields that were easy to cross but I knew would be trouble later on.
I got to the summit about one, which is way later than I'm comfortable with this early in the season. There were four other guys up there when I arrived. It was warm but cloudy, so I quickly took my summit shots and ate.
We were all getting ready to head down when suddenly I heard this sizzling and popping noise. I thought it was coming from my phone, then I touched my head and felt electricity shooting through my hair. So I casually turned to the others and said, “I fear for our safety. Perhaps we should descend.” Or I might have screamed and started hauling ass down the mountain, I'm not sure. I do know that I've never moved so fast in my life.
You know, people always say they want to die doing something they love. That's ridiculous. If you love what you're doing, why would you want to die before you're done? I'd rather die doing something I hate, preferably right after I start doing it.
Anyway, I'm rock-hopping like a madman trying to get down as quickly as possible. I kept smacking my head trying to swat the static away, because that's how it works. When I got down a little ways the charge went away, so I went down a little bit further then voluntarily decided to stop and catch my breath. The other guys caught up to me and made sure I was okay. We got down to the ridge and I breathed a small sigh of relief. They told me my hair was standing up, which made me thankful for my panic reflex. We never saw any lightning so I don't know if I was in any danger, but I'm glad I didn't stay and find out.
These rocks were cool.
I headed down while they stayed and took pictures. The trip down was slightly less eventful. It was mostly sunny and warm. Then came the snowfields again.
It didn't get any worse than postholing up to my knees except for one part where I got stuck up to my waist and had to do some serious maneuvering to get out. I stopped at the stream crossing and soaked my feet.
Then a quick walk back to the car and I called it a day. I'm definitely going back to starting my hikes in the middle of the night, though.
So overall it was a perfect day. Almost.
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