Alien Spaceships, Peach Trees, Sasquatch... Oh, and a Near-death Experience

Last night I went on a hike. Only this was not a regular hike, it was much more exciting than that.

Kyle, Stephanie and I decided that we wanted to check out what we dubbed an "alien" spaceship, and plant a peach pit on the mountain. Just for kicks and giggles. Well, that and we wanted a good hike. We were at snowbird and this spaceship of ours happened to be on the mountain opposite the one that usually gets climbed. There were no trails that we were aware of on this mountain, but we did not let that deter us. We sallied forth, and charged on up regardless of the fact that there were no trails to follow.

Before you accuse us of being complete idiots, keep in mind that this is a mostly rocky mountain, and so we could see where we were most of the time, in relation to the lodge and the 'space-ship' both.

We climbed/hiked up the side of the mountain for quite a while. I'd venture to say we got at least 1/2 way to the top, which I must admit was a lot further than I thought we were going to get. Kyle was protesting the entire time, telling us that we were being dumb for not following trails, that it was going to get dark soon, and that we were going to have a hard time getting down. He was right, but we definitely didn't let that stop us.

Then around... oh probably between 7:00 and 7:30pm, we decided that maybe we should listen to Kyle and try to find a way down the mountain. There were two main problems with our plan to go home: 1) the sun was already mostly down, and 2) we couldn't feasibly go back down the same way we had gotten up.

So we started to look. And look. And look some more. And then Stephanie stopped to plant a tree. Our silly peach pit also got all of the water that was brought on the trip. (Steph was the only one that brought anything besides her cell phone, and her belongings consisted of a camera, extra pair of flip flops, and a now empty water bottle. Haha.) And then it really was mostly dark. And then we decided that we were never going to get down the mountain unless we just went for it.... so we did.

It made for a pretty fantastical adventure. Let's just say that one dried up waterfall, a lot of crashing through underbrush, swinging on trees, a prayer and what seemed like an eternity of climbing down rocks and through riverbeds later we finally emerged on the road, and boy was it a glorious sight to behold. We thought we heard sasquatch at one point (well, we don't know what it was but we weren't about to check it out so Kyle dubbed it sasquatch...) and we got scratched up quite nicely. But we stayed in good spirits believe it or not, and as Steph would say "It makes a good journal entry." She took pictures the entire time -- we looked at them when we got down, and it's mostly just a whole bunch of trees.

So. I am excited to still be alive. And 24 hours later I'm still chuckling to myself.

Steph said she took a look a the mountain this morning, and decided that we came down at the probably what is the worst possible spot to come down. Go figure.

I think we're going to climb that silly mountain again next year for sure. Only this time we'll start a bit earlier in the day. Aren't adventures fun?