We loved reading all of the misadventures everyone shared with us for our Thanksgiving Lifestyle Over Luxury giveaway. We find comfort knowing that we’re not the only ones out there with a habit of getting lost. So to wrap up our giveaway we thought we would share our misadventures that we are most thankful for…
Clark’s Misadventure Story
We had been scraping at the side of the mountain with our climbing helmets for 30 minutes. Trying to remove as much scree from the hole that was going to serve as our bed for the night. My Dad, two brothers and myself are lost on the side of a mountain in Peru and about to experience the coldest night of our lives.
We traveled to Southern Peru for Taft’s spring break during his senior year of high school. The goal was to climb a 20,000 foot tall volcano called Nevado Ampato. We needed to acclimatize so 17,000 foot Nevado Huarincante was first on the list. The summit bid was going well until we ran into a snow flurry 500 feet from the top. A very heated group discussion ensued and the decision was made to go for the summit. An hour later, all breathing very hard we celebrated that we made the right decision. The celebration was short as we began our retreat quickly with storm clouds on the horizon, all of us knowing the summit only marks the halfway point.
We were engulfed by the storm as we crested the last ridge before the final few miles back to the road. The storm pounded us with rain, snow, fog and lightning all at once. We immediately got turned around and started wandering in what we thought was the right direction to meet up with the road and our ride back to a warm hostel bed. After stumbling around for 2 hours we came to the conclusion that we were very lost in the middle of a blizzard, at night and completely out of water. Our only option was to hunker down for the night in our makeshift bed that felt more like a coffin, with nothing but the clothes we had on and 1 space blanket. We spooned throughout the night, nobody sleeping more than 10 minutes at a time, constantly changing spooning positions to keep each other warm and shed the snow that blanketed us throughout the night.
When first light broke we were greeted with a break in the storm and able to find our bearings. It turned out that we made a complete U-turn during the storm and ended up miles from are pickup point. In the end we didn’t climb Nevado Ampato as the storm shut the service road down with snow. I’m not sure any of us would have attempted it . Looking back at it I wouldn’t change a thing, other than having a few more space blankets. We now have a story that we will tell long after our mountain climbing careers are over. A misadventure that made us all a little bit closer, and not just because of the spooning.
Megan’s Misadventure Story
One that truly sticks out in my mind is one where I spent the evening huddled under a rock riding out a summer monsoon at Lake Navajo.
My family had taken our 22 foot MacGregor sailboat down to Lake Navajo for a summer trip. We loved spending weekends camped out on our boat swimming, fishing and sailing. Living in Colorado I don’t think any of us would claim to be expert sailors but we were a ship worthy bunch. One night we were camped out in a rocky cove where we had been swimming and catching crawfish when a major thunderstorm came right down on top of us. If any of you are familiar with Colorado weather you know that it can change in the blink of an eye. All of a sudden you find yourself in the middle of hurricane force winds and lightening striking everywhere around you. When you’re on a little tiny boat with a huge metal mast sticking straight up into the sky this is no joke. I distinctly remember my dad try to recall whether a magazine article that he had read said it was safer to be onshore during lightening or to remain on the boat. It only took one strike that raised the hairs on the back of our neck to decide that we were gunna take our chances on land.
We fired up the motor and headed for the sandy beach. Come to find out, it wasn’t so much a sandy beach as a straight up rock ledge. The hull scraped up on it and came to a dead halt. Whoops… We still knew we had to get off the boat as quickly as possible, so we jumped off the bow and waded in, not sure if our boat was going to be taking on water in the meantime. Once we made it to shore we found a larger rock outcropping that would shelter the four of us from the storm. We huddled under that rock and watched the incredible storm around us. Trying to ignore the fact that we were sitting on a bed of sandstone (not as conductive as granite but it soaks up enough water to allow lightening to travel pretty far to find an outlet.)
We ended up huddled there for what felt like hours cracking jokes and doing impersonations and laughing so hard we could barely breathe. When it finally felt safe to leave our cozy little rock shelter, we had to shove the bow off of the rock ledge but there didn’t seem to be any major damage. At least we weren’t taking on water. So we got back on board and tried to cook a little dinner and relax.
Mother nature had other intentions for our evening. The storm had circled back around and was on top of us for a second time. We brought the boat back in, managing to miss the ledge this time. and went back to shore again, back to our favorite little rock. This time we didn’t have as many laughs as the first go around, but we sat there and watched how beautiful the lake looked in the lightening flashes. The storm moved on quicker the second go round and we got back to the boat for some much needed rest. In the morning the skies were clear and the sun was shining like nothing happened. Everything looks better in the light of day, and further assessment of the hull showed only minor scraping. We had just ridden out our first major “storm at lake.”
This is one of my all time favorite memories and one that I look back on quite frequently. I learned a very important lesson huddled under that rock laughing my ass off. Honestly it is probably the most important lesson I’ve learned to this day…
“Attitude is the difference between an adventure and an ordeal.”
-Bob Bitchin (fellow sailor)
It’s this lesson that has gotten us through getting lost in slot canyons to riding out hurricanes while dancing on bar tops. When you have the adventure gene in your body you’re going to be faced with all sorts of Type II Fun experiences. So there’s a life lesson from a couple seasoned misadventurers, its all about your attitude.
Thank you all so much for entering our giveaway and we couldn’t be more stoked on your support. We are so so excited to giveaway this rad hat, even though we kinda want to keep it for ourselves. For those of you that entered and didn’t win can check out other awesome threads from Lifestyle Over Luxury and be sure to use ‘misadventure’ discount code and get 10% off your order!!!
And without further ado The Winner of the Coastal Snapback from Lifestyle Over Luxury