How I came to be out in the Cold

on Saturday, February 03, 2007

As it is my way, I made no effort to protect the guilty in yesterday’s post. However, I did take some literary liberties so that the main point of the narrative was clear. Today, I will fill in on some of the detail omitted such as the awful English weather. Make sure you are snug and warm as you sit back to read about (DA DA DA Dahhh! Dramatic organ chords), “How I came to be out in the cold” or “ It was a dark and stormy …day.”

Charlie and I arrived on Friday evening and enjoyed exploring the surrounding environs of the hostel which was on the eastern shore of Bassenthwaite Lake. Sitting in comfy chairs by the hostel lounge fireplace was conducive to late night talks and starting the male bonding process. I remember sleeping well with the sound of a small waterfall located behind the hostel, my lullaby that night.

The next day, fortified with a heavy Cumberland farm breakfast, we were in high spirits as we set off to on the trail behind the hostel to climb Skiddaw at 931 m high. Although, the day had started sunny, rain in the form of a light spray was coming down when we began our ascent. Charlie was better equipped than me with proper walking boots and a rain parka. Being a poor student, I was making do with my light spring jacket that was water resistant and my sports shoes. The light rain did not put me off as I enjoy walking in the rain.

Our route would take us past the waterfall and then past farm land. As we climbed, the vegetation will become more scarce and wind-swept and the ground more rocky. Once we reached the summit, we planned to walk the top of the ridge southwards and end up in the town of Keswick. We had been told that it would take about three hours but we allowed ourselves four hours. We took our time, often stopping to enjoy the view and to talk.

However, the rain got progressively heavier throughout the morning. I got more and more worried as I felt the cold and wetness slowly penetrating my jacket and jeans. Just before we reached the summit, it was clear that we were in the midst of a heavy storm with lashing winds. I was soaked through and struggling with both the cold and the weight of my waterlogged clothing. We huddled against the wind and consulted. We reckoned that we were about the halfway mark of the hike and it made little difference whether we turned back or continued. So with bravado, encouraged by our testosterone loaded, “men must be men” agenda for the weekend, we pressed on. In retrospect, it was wiser to turn back because as we traveled along the ridge, we had no protection at all from the driving wind and rain.

Soaked and Cold

Photocredit: kwagar2

So, cold, miserable and waterlogged, we plodded on. We passed a man on the ridge. He was fully decked out for the wet weather with heavy duty raincoat. He didn’t say anything to us but he shook his head. Then we passed an elderly lady who was apparently walking her small dog. She was also well insulated against the elements but her dog despite wearing a doggie jacket was clearly wet and miserable. The lady pulled us aside and berated us,” You fools! What are you doing up here in this weather in those clothes?”

No need to antagonize the natives, I thought. “Good afternoon, ma’am. We are just enjoying a walk in this bracefully, refreshing weather.”

But here was no appeasing her. “You idiots. You have no idea what you are doing. Get off this mountain IMMEDIATELY! In this weather you’d either walk off the edge or freeze to death.”

Charlie and I were both grew a little annoyed at this yapping woman. That’s no way to talk to men who knew what they were doing. Charlie retorted, “Ma’am don’t worry about us. We know what we are doing. But you, ma’am should take better care of your dog. You’re lucky we don’t report you to the RSPCA!”

She showed us the finger and left in a huff carrying her dog. We laughed, celebrating our victory until we swallowed mouthfuls of rainwater. We were quite proud of the way we, “men” had handled the situation.

Strangely, after that encounter, neither of us felt cold at all. We happily chatted all the way down the mountain and when we had reached Keswick town, the rain had stopped. We found a place away from prying eyes, stripped and tried to wring the water from our clothes to get rid of the excess weight of water. We redressed and walked into the City Hall which doubles as the information centre. While we were there, we both noticed a large notice saying “Storm Warning. Hiking on the Mountain Trails is Prohibited.” We giggled. We laughed at each other for not checking the weather forecast but we were proud that we had done the hike.

As it was about one o’clock, Charlie suggests we take our pack lunches at Frair’s Crag down by Lake Derwentwater. Feeling positively warm despite our dripping clothes, we set off to the lake. On the way, we bought some ice cream as the sun had made a brief appearance. As we sat on some rocks with our feet in the icy cold water of the lake, eating our ice cream, we could see storm clouds literally rolling in from the southern end of the lake. Charlie asked me what we should do with the storm looking to reach us in about fifteen minutes. I said, “Plenty of time to eat our lunch and then sit back and just enjoy watching the storm break over us.”

Charlie concurred with the suggestion. So we ate our lunches, and about this time, Charlie suggested we make the pact to do this trip again next year and for both of us to remain romantically unattached for at least one more year. After all we had been though, how could I say no. Charlie punched me on the shoulder which is a sign of affection amongst men and then we both sat back, enjoyed the rain pelting down and ooh-ed and ahh-ed as the lightning arcs lit the sky.

Storm breaks over Derwentwater

Photocredit: icecandygirl

Astute readers will have realized that both Charlie and I were suffering from hypothermia which impaired our judgment and made us behave irrationally. At advance stages, the victim actually stops feeling cold. In truth, we could have died out there. We ourselves only realized this when we reviewed what had happened the following day. Nevertheless, thankfully having survived, we were very gung-ho about our deepened friendship and very firm about our pact.

We kept in touch regularly for the next few months but then Charlie disappeared off the radar and he never contacted me about our follow up trip the next year. Later that year, I bumped into James and asked him for news on Charles. I was dumbfounded to hear that Charles met up with this sweet young thing not three months after our trip and had been going steady since. Charlie brought her along to our Christmas get-together but neither of us ever mentioned our pact again. There seemed very little point in it; clearly another good man had fallen to the female wiles. I was happy though to have outlasted all these big-talking men. And that is the story of how I came to be out in the cold…..twice.


Ellie said...


I like these two posts. Very thoughtfully written. You do such a good job on each one of your posts. Keep up the good work.

There is a ~wink~ waiting for you in the cedar chest.

God bless,


JR's Thumbprints said...

Ah yes, only a woman can break a pact between two men. I reached into the Cedar Chest today which led me to your post. Sorry to hear that you're still a "Lone Grey Squirrel."

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Thanks. Sometimes, you're not sure if some posts will fly. These two are kinda there for personal reflection so it doesn't matter as much if it doesn't fly for others. Nevertheless, your encouraging words are appreciated.

And, my.....a ~wink~. Most unexpected. Be right over.

Thanks for dropping in and leaving your prints. I laughed out loud at your last sentence. Yeah, been happily married for 14 years now. The "Lone" in LGS is more of a nod to the Lone Ranger. But its, hilarious. I wonder how many other visitors thought the same thing. Hah!

I've been a visitor to your blog before. It's a tough job that you do. Cheers.

Shanilie said...

Hi! I came by your blog via Ellie's. I noticed her weekend wink this week was for your site so I had to check it out. I have enjoyed reading your posts. Congrats on the *wink*

HeiressChild said...

congrats LGS on being the "weekend wink." i always enjoy you on josie's blog, and i've been over here too. just didn't leave comments at the time.

now i'm going to read "no girls allowed." why? because i'm a girl, and i'm curious to see what the post is about.

Josie said...

LGS, I got hypothermia just reading your post. But it does sound like an adventure to remember.

Well, you know, it's the same with women. Once they meet a man, all their female friends no longer exist. I guess nature has its priorities. But everyone wins in the end, don't they?


P.S. GORGEOUS pictures.

HeiressChild said...

LGS, these were excellent posts. definitely made you want to read on thru the end, and the ending was good. i think they'd make for a good short story publication.


Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Thanks for dropping in and saying "Hi". Glad you like the posts. It's an honor coming from you. You were the recipient of ellie's first wink, am i right? Anyway, cheers.

I learnt more about hypothermia in that incident than I did from any textbook I studied. About men and women, it's a mystery... that's why it's still fun. But I believe one can have a fulfilled life whether single or as a couple. Both have their ups and downs, pros and cons. I think it is a life choice. Stronger individuals may actually have a more fulfilled life remaining single. However, these individuals probably don't need bonding rituals either.

ah, welcome to my confessions of a misguided youth; when things were black and white and simple: girls were evil and the reason why our cosy boy's club was falling apart.

Thanks for your kind comments. i had always toyed with the idea of writing stories for publication. But I am hindered by one overwhelming handicap...... I am darn lazy.

P.S. another little confession; I also thought from your moniker, that you might be a Paris Hilton type (i.e. rich and flaunting it). Sorry for the misconception. My apologies.

Ellie said...

Actually, Shanilie hasn't been the first of my winks. Josie, Thumbprints, and Suburban Chaos have all had winks before Shanilie. It has been a really fun post for me to be able to do. It feels like I only just started this post, but I guess it must be five weeks already!

CSL said...

I got caught in a blizard once, crossing over a mountain pass. Getting that cold is scary and dangerous. Enjoyed the story, though.

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

My mistake. I should have said that Shanilie was your most recent winkee, not the first. You're doing a great job yourself supporting other people's blogs.

I hate those romantic movies where the men all act as idiots after they fall in love with a girl. I hope to have shown that men can be idiots even when no girls are allowed! lol. As for getting that cold, really not so funny. We were young and dumb. Did I mention dumb?

Dave said...

HI LGS... We all have memories that are so very unique from our every day-to-day experiences. They happen for a reason and our characters are born from them.

Now, I think what you should have done that following year was to go on that hike up that mountain regardless of his company or not ... And you should have taken a beautiful young girl! Then you would have had memories to share much more memorable than the year before... :-) Enjoyed reading about your experience. Take care!

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Ah, such wisdom. Well, in actual fact the following year, James and I did "double date" on a canal boat holiday. Unfortunately, the girl moved on, but as you say, great memories and a lasting love for canals and canal boats. But that is a story for another post one day. Thanks for the encouragement :))

squirrel said...

I really enjoyed reading these last two posts! You are a great story teller. Sounds like you really had a great time!

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