A Trail Tale: The Ridge That Taught Me to Turn Back
We started under gold-maple sunshine, ignoring a faint afternoon front. Two miles from the summit, wind roared, clouds stacked, and temperatures plunged. Because we set a strict turnaround time, the decision felt easy, confident, and honestly relieving.
A Trail Tale: The Ridge That Taught Me to Turn Back
Headlamps, dry gloves, and a shared puffy transformed a cold pause into a calm regroup. A pre-marked bailout trail guided us to the valley. Later, hot tea tasted like victory, not defeat, because our plan respected autumn’s tempo.
A Trail Tale: The Ridge That Taught Me to Turn Back
Have you ever turned back and felt proud of it? Tell us in the comments. Your story could help someone choose safety over stubbornness on a leaf-littered switchback when clouds roll over the ridge unexpectedly.
A Trail Tale: The Ridge That Taught Me to Turn Back
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