A group of us had decided to make a day trip up one side of the mountain, eat lunch at the top, and head back to the lodge before dinner. Several in the group had never been mountain climbing and so we appreciated the seasoned veterans that went with us that morning.
The hike up the mountain was a comfortable pace and the view was breath taking! In fact the weather was unseasonably warm, so the snow-covered paths were easy to walk through. This was especially important because several of the fellow travelers seemed to like to walk slow…as though there was no urgency to get anywhere at any special time. They acted as though the idea of walking and talking (fellowshipping) was more important than getting to the top by noon.
Actually, it wasn’t necessary to reach the top by noon; we could have simply stopped at noon wherever we were and had lunch, and then headed back to the lodge.
But their slow pace made me appreciate the clear paths because I wouldn’t have wanted to travel with them through snow drifts.
In time, and much prodding to hurry up and keep moving, we all made it to the top where we had a leisurely lunch and then started the descent back down the mountain.
My friend Jim and I realized that if the rest of the group traveled at the same pace down as they had gone up, we would have to once again wait. So, we made plans to descend using another path; one that neither of us had taken before since neither of us had been in these mountains before.