That time we climbed a mountain and almost died

Here he is again; Bukowski on my blog. I just can't help it. He speaks to my soul!

I took this photo of Jodi this past summer when we had just finished climbing Mount Carleton in New Brunswick. We had gotten there a day earlier, and it was the first campsite/park stop of our 3-ish week long trip (unless you count the weird christmas-themed with discoteque campsite in Quebec. I do not.). It had been raining all night, everything was wet, and we only had one tarp so when we wanted to sit by the fire and eat we had to use one hand to hold the umbrella (a good preview for the rest of the trip, little did we know). That morning we woke up and debated climbing the mountain like we had planned because it had been raining all morning. When the rain had stopped for multiple hours we were all like: "Heck yeah! We're going to climb this mountain!". So we did. On our way to the top we got distracted by streams and rocks, and mist and our imaginations convincing us we'd likely see a gnome or fairy or something, and it took us a lot longer than we had hoped.

Jodi read that you could see 10 million trees from the top of Mount Carleton. We saw like, 20, because the clouds were so thick. Not to mention the fact that it was freezing, and the winds were picking up, and it was dangerously close to sunset... as much of a sunset there could be with all the clouds and actual lack of sun. We didn't spend much time at the top. There isn't much to see when you're above all the layers of clouds. There was a separate path to lead to the bottom of the mountain, the only problem was that we had to find it, and we were the only ones at the top of the tallest mountain in the Maritimes.

Because Jodi has a level-head, we found the path alright and reached the bottom just before dark, and just before park staff probably would have come looking for us (we saw them come to check the sign-in sheet at the bottom literally 5 minutes after we reached the bottom). We had talked on the way down about what survival instincts kicked in while we were up there. I was nearly convinced we wouldn't find the exiting path and instead have to be stuck up on the top of this mountain during some crazy thunderstorm and get hypothermia and perish. Like, who starts climbing a mountain at 5pm on a rainy day in essentially the middle of nowhere (with zero cellphone service)!? People who die, that's who.

But we didn't.

We just were living such an awesome, adventurous life that day that instead, the grim reaper was all like: "Yo, these girls mean business." TAKE THAT, DEATH! ...Knock on wood.

FIN!