Oh, my Dad stresses me out. He went & got himself lost on a mountain yesterday & was out all night in rain, sleet, & fog. He loves climbing 14K mountains in his home state of Colorado.
My StepMom called me about 6 pm last night & said he was lost. His phone worked for a short time then died. They had ATVs and helicopters looking for him until about 10 pm then they called off the search because of weather & it got dark.
They finally found him this afternoon about Noon & he was unhurt, just wet, cold, and hungry.
Needless to say, I had a sleepless night worrying about him and hoping that bears & mountain lions & rattlesnakes would stay away from him.
My Smom told me to call my siblings this morning so that was very stressful & I couldn’t give them much info because we just didn’t know anything yet. At least, I got to call them all again this afternoon & tell them that he was found & fine.
Whew, what a long 24 hours this has been! My hands are getting stiffer by the moment as I’m typing this. Hopefully I can get some better sleep tonight & avoid a full-fledged flare.
I finally got to talk with him about an hour ago & he’s laughing about it. Holy Cow, I’m not laughing, maybe tomorrow-but not yet.
Happy though that all is good & they can continue on their vacation. Can you believe that they are going to climb another couple of mountains while they are there?
Another adventure for his & my memoirs, I guess.