without clear visibility, itâs easy to lose oneâs sense of direction. Up abovethe ice climb, in the region known as Mount Washingtonâs Alpine Garden, they had only their eyesight to depend on. In the moment, this didnât seem like too much of a problem. They werenât trying to go all the way to the top, after all. Just a few minutes of hiking, maybe a few tenths of a mile at most. The risk appeared minimal.
âIt was a cold and snowy day, and while we were walking, the wind became so strong that it almost knocked us over.â
Sage and Alexâs eyes grow wide.
âWe decided to turn aroundââ
âGood thinking, Papa,â Alex interrupts. She and Sage both look relieved. Odd, how the minds of children work. Itâs as though they expect him to tell us that all turned out well, that they came back down, went to a coffee shop, and drank some hot tea. Even as Hugh sits there with the bottom part of his sweatpants empty and dangling toward the floor.
âBut we got into trouble,â Hugh begins, and his voice becomes even more measured. âWhen we turned around, the wind was so bad that it blew snow all around us. We couldnât see where we were going. We almost couldnât see each other, even though we were walking side by side. We thought we went the right way, but we didnât. We ended up going down the wrong side of the mountain by accident.â
Sage looks horrified. Tears well up in her eyes, and she asks in a very shaky voice, âDid you die, Papa?â
Hugh smiles reassuringly at her and answers, âNo, honey.â
Both girls relax a bit as they look their father over and verify that yes, he is right in front of them, and no, he did not die on that miserable winter day.
âHow did you get back?â Alex asks.
âWe didnât,â Hugh says. âMy friend and I were lost for three and a half days out in the cold woods. The temperatures were below zeroââ
âIs that cold?â Alex asks.
âYes, itâs very cold. When itâs that cold out, we donât let you play outside.â
The girls look amazed. We almost never keep them indoors. On the contrary, theyâre usually the only kids in the neighborhood playing in the yard when the temperature dips below the freezing point.
âThe snow went up to our waists and we didnât have any food or water with us.â
âWhat about a tent?â Alex asks.
âNo. We had left our backpacks at the bottom of the ice climb, since we thought we would come right back down. We didnât have anything with us.â
âWere you scared?â Sage asks in a small voice.
âYes,â Hugh answers. âWe were both terrified.â
Hugh and Jeff had turned around within minutes of trying to walk toward the summit. However, in the very short amount of time it took for them to walk a couple of tenths of a mile, the wind speed had increased enough to create whiteout conditions. Theycould not see more than five feet in front of them, and they had to keep hold of each other so as not to become separated in the blinding, blowing snow. In Hughâs decade-plus of experience, he had never been on such a flat expanse while ascending a mountain. The whiteout conditions were impossible to navigate. Without the aid of a map or compass, the two boys did what most lost hikers tend to do: they turned their backs to the wind and began walking downward, toward where they thought they had ascended.
Their path of descent felt right at first, for the immediate gulley seemed similar in shape to the one they had climbed earlier. However, once below tree line, it was obvious they had gone the wrong way. Going back up was out of the question, howeverâthey would most likely have ended up wandering about blindly in the whiteout with no idea of which direction to go, and the windchill would have quickly brought on frostbite and hypothermia. No, they had to keep