inexperienced hikers usually know their limits. they gradually work their way up from short, leveled trails to more intense climbs. not me. i go from 0 to 3500 right away.
over the columbus day weekend, i went hiking and camping with three friends. now, i may seem like a city girl but i love the great outdoors. some of my favorite vacations have revolved around admiring the wonders of nature (new zealand and norway, anyone?). i love to camp as well and have been trying to coerce my friends to go with me for years, to no avail.
so when my friend suggested we hike and camp in the catskills over the columbus day holiday, i embraced the challenge. now, i have a bad right knee. no cartilage. it stiffens when i play tennis for too long or walk more than five miles. this saddens me as i used to play tennis for four hours straight without tiring. but such is life and old age. at least i’m not senile yet.
the four of us ascended slide mountain on friday. it’s the highest peak in the catskills.

the day dawned bright and crisp but we had a late start. as the day progressed, the temperature dropped considerably and i realized belatedly that i should have brought another layer of clothing and my winter gloves. unfortunately, my inexperience and bad knee slowed us down a bit even though one friend was gracious enough to lag behind so i could catch up.
the view from slide was spectacular, if a little obstructed. we admired the kaleidoscope of color on the other mountains. the peaks were riotous with leaves in red, gold and purple. but our admiration didn’t last long as we had to reach level ground before night fell. we didn’t make it. we faced a plethora of large, sharp, rock slides that slowed us down and as the sun finally melted away, we were left with just two headlights and a small flashlight to light our path. how the hell were we gonna get out of this?
the most experienced of us kept his cool, even though he had never hiked in the dark before. with patience and encouragement, he got us all safely down the most treacherous slide i have ever seen. jagged, with two “paths” that conjured up thoughts of scylla and charybdis (i chose scylla), it took a lot of fortitude and a bit of luck to traverse that slide without falling. it probably wouldn’t seem all that daunting in the daylight, but at night, it looked like a 50 foot drop to land. fear made the adrenaline pump through my veins, although i was more afraid for my friends than myself.
tired, cold and hungry, we agreed to camp at the first expanse of solid ground we saw, even though it’s illegal to camp above 3500 feet in the catskills. the wind whipped our tents, but we erected them and ate our dinner, shivering in the cold and almost laughing about our adventure. knackered, i tried to sleep but hearing one of my friends yell, “go away!” twice at whatever was outside their tent, made me shiver uncontrollably and slumber impossible. i thought, “jason voorhees is out there and he’s been laying in wait for some stupid hikers to get stuck up here. mom and dad, i love you.”
of course, i survived the night without being slashed by some deranged lunatic and trudged onward to cornell and wittenberg mountains (the latter has the best view of the catskills), sliding down what once seemed like treacherous rock slides but by now were just minor obstructions. level ground and a real bathroom never looked so good…