A day trip to Wunaksan was full of blue skies and cheery friends as the beautiful scenery slid by. We climbed around bends, up stairs and enjoyed fresh mountain air joking about everything appropriate and significantly less so. Naughty nicknames, dirty jokes and cries of awe made our trail the perfect place for a Sunday.
It was a chilly winter day although not quite as frigid as my last winter hike. Luckily hiking warms you up and we quickly took a few layers off. Even so, before I knew it I was sweating so much that I attached my jacket to my backpack as the ice & snow began mixing into with our trail.
Slipping and sliding along ironically someone ALWAYS fell when we discussed hiking boots, slippery spots or the necessity of crampons (spikes). This brought about even more bouts of laughter when suddenly, the main peak came into view! I scrambled up the rock for a better view while the rest of my party opted for the easier trail around. We posed for a few GoPro selfies as I envisioned the beautiful panorama seen below.
The section ahead looked treacherous. It was barely wide enough for one. Fortunately a fallen tree acted as a handrail and the ice wasn’t too bad. Suddenly I heard Warren shouting.
“SEOUL HIKING GROUP!”
“When I say Seoul, you say HIKING!”
We excitedly joined in when it abruptly changed to “1, 2, 3 SUZY!” (not her real name). We followed along not quite sure why the change but shouted with him while hiking. Moments later we found him in a panicked phone call.
“Can’t you just climb down?” “What do you mean you’re stuck?”
“1, 2, 3 SUUUZZZZYYYY!”
The worst had happened. A hiker was lost and panicking alongside our fearless leader. Warren’s stress level was rising, and the language barrier wasn’t helping. I immediately took over. Continue reading