On Saturday we took on Longs Peak, which is the tallest mountain north of I-70, with a group of 18. It is not called Longs Peak for nothing. The day started when we left the house at 2am for the one hour drive to the trail head. Spirits were high.
Then we started climbing.
The first two hours were in the dark which was sort of fun and adventurous. The sunrise was spectacular and sparked a need to worship God. Even after a few hours, the climbing was still enjoyable and we were having a great time.
Then came the keyhole! Duh, duh, duh!! (hear that sinister three note jingle)
It was so bad that I am only showing just this one edge. The whole thing would be asking too much for you to take in at once. And just think, we were there and couldn’t get away. And, to make matters worse, to continue to the summit we had to enter the keyhole (duh, duh, duh). That’s right, the trail goes right through the keyhole.
Upon crossing through the keyhole, we entered an alternate mountain universe. No longer was there a nice path to walk on. No longer were there grasses or trees or color. Only rock. Cold, hard, steep, and in some places, sheer rocks with only air below us if we took a wrong step.
After a harrowing trek across the side of a cliff we came to the Trough.
Notice how the color has left the world. After dodging falling rocks, kicked inadvertently by other climbers or sent by the Keyhole (we’ll never know), several stops for rest and making it to the top of the Trough, we were greeted with, not the summit or anything close to the summit, but a length of narrow ledges. I’ve omitted these pictures as well for the faint of heart ( and myself so I don’t have to relive that part).
After that nasty little part we made it to the Homestretch, which is a nice sounding name for a long climb up a steep, flat rock face which keeps your insides twisted with the possibility of a long slide down.
After many stops for rest and prayer, we finally made the top.
15 out of the 18 who started made it. Oh, the other three weren’t taken by the Keyhole, they smartly turned back before entering. Mark it up to prophetic wisdom or a word from God.
At this point, all I wanted to do was just go home, except I was 8 miles from the trail head and feeling bad with altitude sickness ( or Keyhole disease). So we started the trek down. It had taken us just over 6 and a half hours to reach the top and, when all was said and done, it took 8 and a half hours to get down. Now I know what your thinking. Doesn’t it take a shorter time to go down? On most mountains, yes. But this is Longs Peak (its not named that for nothing).
So 15 hours after starting our jolly little jaunt up the mountain, we were back to the beginning. It was a slow and arduous descent compounded by shortness of breath and weakness and a stop for sickness. Oh yeah. There was also rain and hail that pounded us before and after, you know what I’m going to say, (duh, duh, duh) - the Keyhole! Slick rocks with a sheer drop off is just not my idea of a great time.
Everyone was grateful to be back down and all mentioned how they had prayed the entire time. Most made it down quickly (11 and a half hours), a few in 14, and me, one other student and our good friend and the one who helped us down, Menkes (15 hours).
So the adventure came to an end. I will do more hikes in the future, but not that one. And praise God that all made it back.







