A Rush...In more then 1 way

Have you ever done something that you know you should not have and got a rush from it? If I was a betting man I would wager that you have....


One early winter day Frank the Tank, his buddy Dave from DC, and I decided to hike up to Devil's Playground. You probably are wondering where this trail got its name and so was I. Sometimes all you have to do is ask, which I did of a passerby on the trail. It just so happens it was named this because at the summit lightning hits a formation of rocks and supposedly looks like what you might imagine devil's playing would look like??? The image that came into my mind was not rocks and lightning but People in Las Vegas. Don't ask me where that came from, the mind is an interesting thing....and the force is powerful.

Anyway....Ask we approached the trailhead is was very cold (about 25 degrees) and snowing. As we got to the treeline the snow stopped and we continued with our witty banter and ascent. When storms hit up that high (about 12,000ft) you can see them coming. There was a storm brewing but in the far distance. We decided to keep going in spite of the fact that there was no visible trail and we were walking through deep snow. Long story short the wind picked up, the snow got deeper and we continued toward the playground. All of a sudden we began to hear the devils rumbling. We should have turned back, however the dark clouds and that side of the force blurred of rationality. We pushed forward, without any path in sight and finally made it to the playground.





There was a blanket of white covering the summit and it created a sense of peace until the roaring thunder reminded us that is you F with the bull you get the horns. So we decided to head down the mountain. Despite the sketchy conditions we made it to the trailhead and back to Frank's for a reflective conversation and beer.