Dancin' in the moonlight.
I went to try and capture the moonlight over the Shropshire hills. As soon as I rolled up though, so did the fog and clouds 😑. Before everything clouded over, I did manage to get this photo.
15 years ago, I hiked Pikes Peak with a few friends and nearly didn’t make it out alive. I flew into Colorado Springs from Mozambique the night before, and my body was barely adjusted to the 7000’ altitude, let alone ascend to 14,000’ a day later. Well, I was 23, and you make dumb decisions at that age.
I was also completely unprepared. I brought a sweatshirt, a Nalgene bottle, and two Powerbars, not knowing that above tree-line, we were hitting freezing weather. We also didn’t check that the summit would be closed after 4pm, and when we got to the top at dusk, the place was deserted. We waited for 20 minutes but nothing appeared. No sounds. No people. With no cell reception, we had no choice but to hike the 19 mile highway back down, but my chest started hurting and my fingers were turning blue.
Eli, Paul and I huddled up and started praying desperately in the encroaching dark, hoping that somehow we would get rescued or our flip phones would start working again. We broke from our huddle and started the long, hopeless walk, with no water or food left. The Pikes Peak Highway was also closed off to traffic, so there was no sign of help in sight, just the view of a lifeless Mars-like vista.
Just 5 minutes later, we heard the sound of a vehicle. Could it be? It turned out to be a military training convoy for new recruits, with exactly three seats left for us. The driver said the road has been closed for several hours already, and we got extremely lucky.
Prayers are real. Someone is listening out there. Thankful for my brothers who journeyed with me, a story (and views) I will cherish for a lifetime.