
Saturday May 8, 2010 8:15AM I attended the 2nd year hike for girls camp. They needed leaders and I volunteered. I was eager to go and bond with my beehives. I arrived on time at the stake center, prayed, asked for directions to our hiking location and I was off with a car load of girls. So young. So naïve. Completely unprepared for the horror ahead of us.
Saturday May 8, 2010 9:00am We arrived at our destination with no problems. Weather was nice, the sun was shining, and the mountains appeared to have little patches of snow on them. It was beautiful. My eagerness turned to excitement for the adventure that awaited us.
Saturday May 8, 2010 9:15am The trail started off a little rocky. At first I was nervous at the steep incline. The elevation had affected my ability to breath. I found myself gasping for air with each step but knew I had many miles to travel and was not going to be discouraged at my lack of oxygen or the fact that this climb would last another 53 steps. I should have known that this was a bad sign.
Saturday May 8, 2010 9:35am We arrived at what we called “the tree arch”. (Branches that had been pulled over to make an arch) This would be a pivotal moment in our journey. The snow was getting thick. Too thick. Before we knew it, we were off of the trail and were unsure where to find it. Finally, we decided to continue forward to the unknown… Luckily I had water with me so I took a break and drank some.
Saturday May 8, 2010 9:50 Some of the leaders (Whose names will be hidden to protect their identities) Sara and Robin decided to go up the side of a mountain. It was enormous and covered in snow. As I climbed I noticed that there were hideously deep holes in the snow where other hikers had stepped. They were so deep. I wondered how they got out alive. I took my next step and it happened. I was falling. The snow engulfed my right leg up to my knee. Here I was face to face with my worst fear. How am I going to get out of this? As I looked around hoping to find some answer there it was a branch just above my head. I grabbed hold and pulled myself up with all of the energy in me. I felt the branch breaking under my hands, covering my hands in the life blood of its sap. I was trying to get out as quickly as possible. The branch broke. I wanted to cry. Other hikers were laughing cruelly at my misfortune and I was not going to let them get the better of me. With my left leg I stepped and gave one great push and was just able to walk out of it.
Saturday May 8, 2010 10:10am We realized we were too far off of the path and could not complete the hike. This was a discouraging moment for all of us. It was determined that we needed to go back the way we came in. As we descended down the mountain the snow became slick. I was careful as I went down but not careful enough. I began to slide, the further I went the faster I was traveling. I closed my eyes. I hoped that I would miss tree branches and rocks that covered the path. As my life flashed before my eyes I looked for someone to catch my fall. No one was around. I thought who would find me. Would I be left to the animals? I was in deep despair. Finally after 2 feet of falling I came to rest in a soft patch of snow gazing toward the sky. Amazingly, I was free of any injuries. It was not my time to go.

Saturday May 8, 2010 10:30am We wandered for what seemed to be hours. I was starving, exhausted, I craved shelter, and longed to see my children one more time. In the far distance I began to see some evidence of life. It was a troop of scouts (I think they call themselves cubs). I ran to them only to learn that they were lost as well. I grabbed their map and compass. I knew it was going to be up to me, and me alone to find the way out. I got my second wind. I felt strong and alive. I moved quickly toward the summit of the mountain. When I reached the top there it was…a mound of snow. I know to most people it may not seem like much, but to me I knew it was a mound only a snow plow could create. I was right. We were at the top of the Ski Resort. We slid down the side of this mountain that only moments before was the monster trying to keep us from returning home.
Saturday May 8, 2010 The girls began to cheer my name. They raised me on top of their shoulders (Well at least they thought about it I am sure). By 11:30am we were safe at our cars. I was hesitant to remove my boots. I was terrified of frost bite. Luckily as one sock came off and then the next all was well. My toes had a little polish missing, but the others assured me that I would not lose my style. This was an experience that I will never forget.