Another wierd first solo hike: On my way down off Osceola, my very friendly golden retriever started sounding off what I call his "psycho alert" bark to let me know that a lone hiker was coming up the trail. Although I trust & appreciate my dog's instincts, my own were already screaming "this just ain't right". The guy was heading UP, close to sunset with no gear and wearing street clothes. In a thick Russian accent, he asked me how far he was from the top. When I told him he was still 15 minutes from the summit, he said "I go down", then proceeded to plunk himself down near my glowering dog to eat an apple he pulled from his pocket. Alrighty then... I'm thinking, "Yah, me too dude, as fast as I can!", made a lame excuse, and boogied off that mountain! I was sure the "Mad Russian", as I dubbed him, had bushwhacked around me and was lurking around every corner. I tried to rationalize, telling myself that he was probably some immigrant enjoying the wonders of his new home, but couldn't get past the fact that my dog didn't like him. The last guy that my dog barked at like that was my old neighbor that I called "The Man With Too Many Shovels". Ya get my drift, right?
Obviously, we made it. I continued on to many solo hikes -- including a surreal experience and bear encounter on Jefferson and many forced practice night hikes, then full on night hikes to overcome my fear of the dark. I sang my way down many trails, headlamp blazing. I relished every trail I had to myself all day (and night!) I worked my way up to my first solo tent overnight (which, BTW, was Liberty). I loved every single minute of it. I still dream about it, revisiting trails, views, and the feeling of being out there living life to the fullest.
But, all wonder aside, I'll get back to Earth and be practical for a brief moment. I never tried anything without trying it out on a short easy trail near home, especially putting on and using crampons. Winter hiking deserves more vigilance. Be safe! I wish you may more adventures.