My Brother Tried to End Me, Part 2

Raspberry Mountain. The glorious, the not so glorious, and the ugly.

One week after the adventures on Pancake Rocks Trail, my brother tried to end me. Again.

Not intentionally, of course, but what started out as a beautiful day with a beautiful view almost ended in disaster.

“Come with me,” he said. “You can hike this,” he said. “Great views at the top,” he said.

Brother was correct that I could hike up Raspberry Mountain and the 360 views were utterly spectacular. By this time, I was better acclimated to the altitude, although the last “up” before reaching the top was still difficult. The promise of the view and a waiting sandwich from Subway kept me going.

When we reached the top, we saw this:

And this…

And this…

Beautiful, huh?

So, what’s the problem you ask?

Downhill was the problem.

Losing the trail down was the big problem.

Going back up to find down and not finding the trail was a bigger problem.

Following the wrong trail, crossing a field and going back across said field, then finding a trail that led us to the bottom…five miles from our vehicle…was the biggie of all big problems.

I was tired by the time we made it to the bottom of the mountain and found ourselves on a private dirt road.

The good of this was that the road went downhill. The bad was that it was only part of our journey to get back to the car. And it was getting late. We had limited daylight left.

I assumed once we made it out to the highway, it would be smooth sailing, but you know what they say about assuming. Yes, we made it to the highway, but when we turned toward our destination, I saw a road that looked something like this.

Except it was a higher hill. More “up.” No, I did not take a photo because by this time, I was frustrated and even more tired and I only wanted to get to the car and back to civilization.

As we climbed the monstrous highway hill, I alternately said “Jesus” in prayer and non-prayer formats, many times over. The sun was starting to head toward the horizon and we were nowhere near the car. At one point my brother said something like, “I suppose you hate me.”

I don’t hate anyone, but I may never go hiking with my brother again.

We were nearing the entrance to Mueller State Park and our plan was to try and find someone there, find shelter (it gets very cold in the mountains once the sun goes down) or see if we could contact a friendly Uber driver to come and save us. In the meantime, I increased the Jesus prayer that someone would stop and help us instead of whizzing by at top speed.

By now, I think we had hiked/walked ten miles since the beginning of this adventure and I wasn’t sure how much further I could go. Seriously. I was running on empty.

Then, it happened.

My prayers were answered in the form of a man with a ZZ Top beard in a white SUV.

He stopped and yelled, “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

OMG, yes, yes, yes!

I didn’t say those exact words, but they were in my head. This man, Billy, was our savior of the day. We told him our story and he agreed to take us to the car. So, we piled into the SUV, with no care if this man was a serial killer or on the run from the FBI. Thankfully, he was neither. Billy was a very nice man, originally from Florida, who said, “Yes Ma’am” to my one thousand thank you’s and whatever else I asked that held a positive response. Billy lived in a town not too far away and although he wasn’t familiar with Raspberry Mountain, he knew how cold it could get at night and realized two “older” hikers on the highway didn’t look right. Kudos to him for his spidey-sense and kindness.

Three miles later, we arrived at the car and my brother gave Billy gas money for his time and trouble.

I hope Jesus blesses Billy in some way because he deserves it. I was truly getting scared toward the end of our “hike” and I don’t want to think what would have happened had Billy not stopped for us.

As for my brother and I, we were glad to be driving home toward carry-out sushi and to a dog that was probably wondering where in the heck we were with his food and a walk.

Yes, after all that, my brother still had to walk the dog. Serves him right for trying to end me.

I, on the other hand, got comfortable on the couch and took a long, deep breath.

27 responses to My Brother Tried to End Me, Part 2

  1. Dan Antion says:

    Oh my goodness, Mary, that had to be scary. Losing the trail is always my fear. Fortunately these days I only hike with our daughter. She is prepared for everything. I am glad you don’t hat your brother, but I’d like to be a fly on the wall the next time he asks you to go hiking with him.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      It was scary toward the end, Dan, because we did not have anything with us for an overnight, outdoor stay in the mountains. It felt like Gilligan’s island…it was only supposed to be a three hour hike.

      Next time I hike in Colorado with him (that’s still iffy), brother’s significant other and Odin the Wonder Dog, who has dog GPS, will be with me. There’s ssfety in numbers…right?

      • Dan Antion says:

        I would trust Odin over your brother at this point. Dogs may not know where your going, but they are amazing when it comes to where you’ve been. Our first dog helped us avoid missing the turn back to our car.

  2. quiall says:

    I do apologize Mary for your hardships and that your retelling brought smiles and chuckles to my face ! I know I am evil but you are safe and sound and quite frankly if it first you don’t succeed… Should I be worried I won’t get another post?

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Oh gosh no, there will not be a third post. After this experience, I kept to easy, non-mountainous hikes. I can chuckle with you…now…but I think I had PTSD for two days after. contemplating what could have happened.

  3. You are courageous ! I’m pretty sure I would have been a sniveling wailing wreck at being lost on a mountain side. Cheers to your safe return and to Billy!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thank you! I was very close to being that sniveling wreck, but stubborn enough to not give up and keep going. Thank goodness for Billy!

  4. I think every hike as a story like this and we still remember the muscle ache we had for days from all the extra miles we had to walk. I am glad it ended well.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Oh yes, I had some aches after the first two days of hiking. But I have to say my consistent biking during the summer kept it from being worse.

      • We went once on a 10 mile hike and came down on the wrong side of the mountain lol. We had to walk around to get to our car. We came home at 1 am. I crawled out of the car into my bed and the next morning neither one of us wanted to get up.

  5. lois says:

    You sure he wasn’t Billy Gibbons of ZZ Topp?? That road you were looking at….let’s just say I am very happy Billy appeared. Yeah, I won’t be asking your brother for directions any time soon…

  6. And, this is why I walk and don’t hike! Oh my goodness, I would still be having nightmares about what if Billy hadn’t stopped. I’m with Dan about being around for that next offer of a hike with your brother. 🙂

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Lol, Judy, I’ll let you and Dan know exactly how that next brotherly offer to hike goes. I might use my middle finger to respond or take Odin with me instead. 🐕😁

      • Here’s your chuckle for the day because I just had a laugh about your comment. I was visiting family in Seattle and headed off for a walk. I thought I was going in a square that would lead me right back to the house. Not so much. So, I got out my phone and hit directions for the contact, and it got me back there. Odin would be a good companion I’m thinking. 🙂

  7. dweezer19 says:

    Oh dear Mary I do empathize. That’s how I felt when a local friend (who is tiny and climbs like a monkey) suggested once that I take a ‘shortcut’ on my five mile downhill walk to town. It turned out to be nothing short of a goat trail with rock and dirt filled ruts that shifted beneath every step I took. I had two walking sticks, thanks to a young man who pointed me to the trailhead after giving me his number and saying, “I’ve shown about 500 people where this trail starts but only 5 fell and had to be rescued. Oh, you’re gonna need a bigger stick. There might be a couple of dogs at the bottom.” And still I went. Oh yes I prayed and oh yes the dogs were there. THREE of them. They snarled and ran at me but I swung those sticks like a rabid ninja. It was harrowing but I was so proud of me. Surprisingly enough, I also had sushi once I reached town. Who knew it was comfort food? Lol. I’m glad you weren’t alone on your adventure. Brothers. 🤦‍♀️

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Ohmigosh, Cheryl, that was crazy! Glad you made it down and past the snarling dogs. I used one of my brother’s walking sticks during the Raspberry Mtn incident and I can say it came in handy! Let’s hope our future hiking adventures are less stressful and more beautiful.

  8. Ally Bean says:

    I love Billy, your brother a little less so. How wonderful to have someone find you, two “older” hikers on the highway! Glad your brother had to walk the dog when you got home. Ha! Justice served.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I will never ever forget this experience or Billy. Yes, I’m old, but willing to put the hiking shoes back on again – on flatter ground with cell reception!

  9. murisopsis says:

    Brothers! This makes me glad I don’t have one!! This reminds me of the hike I took in the desert with Sparky to get a geocache. He said, “Its just a little ways down this trail, see that boulder? It is right next to the boulder.” Of course distances can be deceiving. I had a bottle of water and a hat and a walking stick. We started at 7:00 AM. We managed to drag ourselves back to the car (clearly visible from the boulder a mere 4 miles away) by 2:00 PM. We were hot, dehydrated and I was so tired I didn’t have the energy to be angry. I will never follow him into the desert again!!!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I think I would prefer the mountains over the desert. I dislike that kind of heat. One of the good things is that we had plenty of water on our adventure, but unfortunately, being my only sibling, I guess I have to keep my brother.

  10. This is an absolutely awesome story! Why is it, do you think, that it is so easy to lose a trail going downhill and not when going up? (That’s what happened to me. I mean, the SAME trail. No problem up, twice lost going down. But for me, it was also raining.) Your situation sounds way scarier than mine at the end. Glad you made it back safe. Thank you, Billy.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Billy was our angel. I hope he knew by my thousand “thank you’s” how appreciative we were that he stopped to help. I’ll be going back to Colorado in autumn, but hopefully without getting lost on a trail.

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