The sky was blue, the sun was warm. A perfect summer day for hiking.<\/p>\n
Atop 13,507-foot Mount Ypsilon, where my husband, Wes, and I had just eaten a packed lunch of sandwiches, apples and fruitcake, the view extended for mile after glorious mile of snowcapped Rocky Mountain peaks.<\/p>\n
It was Friday, the day Wes and I hiked together each week. Mount Ypsilon was one of our favorite routes. We\u2019d climbed it at least three times in the 41 years we\u2019d lived in Colorado, where Wes had taught geology at the University of Colorado and I\u2019d worked as a nurse.<\/p>\n
Now we were retired with grown kids and schedules blissfully free for getting outdoors. We spent as much time in the mountains as possible. We felt at home there. Close to God and the angels. Safe.<\/p>\n
Which probably explains why, when Wes stopped to take a photo, I didn\u2019t wait for him but instead kept right on descending the gray, rocky talus below the summit. There was no trail, just occasional cairns of stones marking the way to where the tundra began. It was chilly and windy up there, still dotted with remnants of winter snow.<\/p>\n
I shouted back to Wes I was turning off the ridgeline toward the trail. I wasn\u2019t sure of the exact way we\u2019d come up\u2014I always let Wes the geologist do our map-reading\u2014but I figured I\u2019d hit the trail eventually. There aren\u2019t too many ways you can go from a summit but down. Besides, I usually walked ahead of Wes on descents. A bad knee slowed him downhill. I\u2019d wait for him once I reached the trail.<\/p>\n
I clattered down, clicking on rocks with my trekking poles. The wind pushed and pulled. Suddenly I stopped. Before me a steep cliff dropped away, plunging hundreds of feet. Huh? We hadn\u2019t passed any cliffs coming up.<\/em> I turned around to show Wes. But I couldn\u2019t make him out. A wall of talus rose behind me. The wind blew against my face.<\/p>\n Figuring I\u2019d taken a wrong turn, I climbed back to where I thought I\u2019d left Wes. He wasn\u2019t there. I took off in a new direction. Moments later I stood atop the same cliff. I shaded my eyes with my hand. Everywhere the view was the same. Featureless gray rock, peaks ringing the horizon. I assured myself I wasn\u2019t lost.<\/p>\n I retraced my steps twice more. The fourth time I found myself at the cliff I admitted the obvious. I was lost.<\/p>\n I took my water bottle from my pack. It was empty. Wes and I had drained it that morning like we always do, lightening my load first. A twinge of nervousness seized me. The sun was halfway to the horizon. Where was Wes? No doubt he\u2019d figured I was way ahead as usual. How long until he realized I wasn\u2019t on the trail? The trailhead was five miles down. Wes wouldn\u2019t reach the car until late afternoon.<\/p>\n I looked around. The sun was warm but I knew the minute it set the temperature would plunge. Like always I had a wool hat, gloves, fleece, rain parka, poncho and a down sweater in my pack, along with a first aid kit and plenty of nuts and raisins for snacking. Would that be enough for a night below freezing?<\/p>\n Keep calm, Heather.<\/em> Just that morning Wes and I had listened to a news segment on the radio about lost hikers. Stay put, experts recommend, so rescuers can find you. Okay, I\u2019d stay put. Maybe Wes would reach the trailhead in time to alert rangers and they\u2019d have someone up here before nightfall.<\/p>\n Nightfall<\/em>. The word loomed in my mind. I needed to do something to keep busy. I began stacking rocks into an improvised shelter. Already the wind was finding its way into my parka.<\/p>\n An hour later I had a small circle of raised stones. I sat in it. The wind howled around me. I stared at the landscape. Suddenly the mountains I so loved seemed altogether different. I was seized with fear. I did not want to sleep on this peak.<\/p>\n In desperation I cried out, God! Help me! I need an angel!<\/em><\/p>\n With a sudden burst of energy I picked myself up, stuffed my water bottle with snow and set off along the slope, determined to find that trail. I ranged this way and that, always keeping my little shelter in view.<\/p>\n Suddenly my heart leapt. There, over a rise, I saw a tiny pile of rock. A cairn! A trail marker. \u201cThank you, God!\u201d I cried.<\/p>\n From the cairn I could see another cairn. And another. It was definitely the trail. I picked up the pace, glancing at the sky. Could I make it down before dark? Never had I hiked so fast.<\/p>\n My spirits soon fell. The cairns ended at the beginning of grassy tundra. I saw no trail. It was too early in the year. Not enough people had hiked up here to flatten the grass. Wes must have navigated by map. Was I lost again?<\/p>\n I stared down the slope toward a saddle between two peaks. To my immense relief a man stood in the middle of the saddle. He wore dark clothes. I waved my trekking poles and shouted but he didn\u2019t seem to notice me.<\/p>\n Staring at him I realized he was standing directly on the trail. I hadn\u2019t seen it before but now I discerned it continuing down the slope behind him. I hurried down, watching my footing. I reached the saddle. The man was gone.<\/p>\n I continued along the trail, thinking I might see the man. Instead, a few miles down, I came to a crossroads. Which way had Wes and I come? Surely I was near the trailhead. Just pick the right trail, Heather<\/em>\u2026.I set off down one that looked right. It plunged into a thick wood. The setting sun barely illuminated the trees.<\/p>\n I was just beginning to lose sight of the trail when it ended at a damp marsh. The sun was gone. With a sinking feeling I knew I was not going to make it home that day. I was going to have to spend the night outside.<\/p>\n Wearily I hiked away from the marsh until I couldn\u2019t see a thing. I lay between two downed trees surrounded by close, damp woods. I ate some nuts, drank my melted snow water, took two Advil and prayed. The wood became utterly silent.<\/p>\n In the dark I felt a wonderful sensation\u2014someone cradling me, dispelling all fear. I fell asleep and awoke to the sound of birds. I hastened back up the trail.<\/p>\n I\u2019d barely reached the crossroads when I saw a man walking quickly uphill. My heart flooded with relief. That must be the way down. Oddly, the man was wearing nothing but shorts and a t-shirt. It was cold!<\/p>\n I asked if he\u2019d come up from his car. He said yes and continued on without another word. Eager to get home I hurried down myself. Not 10 minutes later I came to the end of the trail and heard a shout. A ranger clambered out of a pickup saying she\u2019d been praying for me all night. I practically collapsed from joy.<\/p>\n The ranger told me Wes had come down the trail late the previous afternoon and reported me missing. Rescuers had sent him home to Boulder to e-mail photos of me. What an awful night he must have had! He was on his way back now, the ranger said. Had I been gone another 15 minutes they\u2019d have sent helicopters to look for me.<\/p>\n The ranger said one more thing. When I told her how grateful I was for the man I\u2019d seen on the trail that morning, she gave me a funny look and said no one had been up that trail since she\u2019d come on duty at 3:00 a.m.<\/p>\n All those hours I\u2019d felt so lost and alone on that vast, beautiful mountain\u2014I wasn\u2019t lost at all. I was right at home. I was close to God and the angels. I was safe. <\/p>\n