After resting an hour or two under our blanket of evergreen branches, I woke to feel my skin crawling and my limbs shaking from the cold. It was the middle of the night and we were lost on a mountain. Ants were climbing all over my back and down my legs, but I was too tired and cold to care. It was time to get moving again. We had to find the trail.
We did not talk as we climbed again. We prayed, we concentrated on moving, and we tried to ignore our shaking limbs. Soon we were out of the protection of the trees, and the cold wind slapped us with full force.
I was getting clumsy with my movements and stumbled several times. I tried to move my arms and legs faster, trying to warm up, trying to get there faster. After a while of that I would have to stop on all fours, heaving. We needed to rest again, but there was no where to stop. We tried hiding from the wind underneath a large boulder, but there was no protection there. I was cold enough to be on the brink of hypothermia. Would I die in the cold out here? I had to keep moving. There didn’t seem to be a choice.
I don’t think I have ever been faced with such a terrifying experience. If the circumstances would have been any less critical, I would have said it was impossible for me to climb any further. It is amazing how much further we can go than we think is possible. It was one of the many lessons I learned that day.
I been following ur story and can't wait to hear the outcome..
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