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My date, Lisa, and I were huddled in the pitch black on a wooded ridge in the Colorado Rockies. All around us were rocks and sheer drops. We’d lost the trail. We were still a mile or more from the car. And it was getting colder by the minute.

 

I couldn’t believe I’d gotten us into this mess. I’d met Lisa through a family friend and invited her to hike Eagle Peak with me as our first date. I felt responsible for our safety and guilty that I’d put both of us in danger.

 

After all, I should’ve known better than to hike so close to nightfall without any flashlights or heavy jackets. I was a junior at the nearby Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. A former Eagle Scout too. But I’d been so excited for our date, I didn’t think twice about heading out for the hike a little later than I usually would. I’d taken this trail before, and it was sunny and unseasonably warm that November day. I felt I had little reason to worry.

 

The hike had started out great. Lisa and I traversed a ridge densely forested in pines and firs, hiked over a saddle and climbed to the peak. We paused there to take in the glorious view, the brilliant trees, hawks wheeling on the updrafts, the setting sun…Wait a second. I checked my watch. Four o’clock?! Somehow we’d lost track of time. I suggested we head back, struggling to hide the worry in my voice. I hoped if we hurried, we’d make it before the sun went down and the temperature dropped along with it. But it was slow-going. By the time we finally arrived at the wooded ridge, the sun had set. The tree canopy blocked out the stars and the moon. When we could no longer see in front of us, I made us stop.

 

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