Grandfather Mountain, NC

 Thu, 29 Apr 1999 09:33:27 CDT 
The stony outcropping is what ended my half-hour ordeal.
We were visiting Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina. I was about
ten years old. My parents wanted to sit through the 'interpretive
film' at the tourist center, and I only wanted to climb the mountain.
They let me head up the trail on my own. It surprises me now, that
they did. I was following a marked trail when I reached an unmarked
fork, but onward I plunged. Soon I seemed alone on this path, whereas
the trail I had started on had many hikers. I began to get anxious,
and turned back. But I again I reached forks- v-ing in the opposite
direction, so that I hadn't taken notice of them on my way up. I was
getting rather upset now. But then the path took me directly  to this
rock outcropping. From there I could see the pedestrian suspension
bridge some fifty or a hundred feet below me, and maybe a hundred
yards away, that led back to the tourist center. And up the path
passing below the outcropping came my father and sister.
"Dad! Up here!", I yelled, and I started to pick my way down the rock
face. And that is how I ended my little adventure, and was reunited
with my family.

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