My afternoon saunter

So I got to 50 metres below the summit when this dark cloud engulfed the top of the mountain, and me. It was cold and windy and a bit icy. 6pm, feeling a bit alone and somewhat unprepared in a pair of sneakers. I had a walking stick, but no gloves . I decided to keep going and hope the cloud would blow over…….
It kind of did, I got some delightful glimpses from the top of the other peaks nearby and valleys below, as I scoffed half a pack of Oreos with numb fingers. Going down was a bit slower, mainly because I couldn’t stop taking photos in the lovely evening light coming under and through the clouds, but I was also mindful of really not wanting to spend the night there with a twisted ankle.
Mission accomplished by 8pm, as I washed the mud off my shoes in the last hints of dusk, in the river near the hostel down below. The family were all happily reading in their bunks, I couldn’t detect any concern about my absence in the dark. I guess Lou never believes me when I tell her what time I’ll be home.Читать далее