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>be about two years ago
>two of my friends are pitching in for a dorm on campus, I want to join with them so I have a place to live, but I'm not sure if I want to be trapped with these autists
>one of them is a former eagle scout, and has a hike up a mountain that he's been planning for a while and is really excited about
>decide to go on this hike with them as a kind of trial period
>my friends decide to bring a cooler filled with ice so they can make hamburgers, think that's stupid but whatever
>bring jeans, some thermals, and an umbrella, because eagle scout friend assures me that temperatures will be in the low 60s at worst, with maybe some light showers
>as soon as we get out of the car, it starts raining
>by the time we're on the trailhead proper, the rain and wind is so intense that I'm holding my umbrella in front of me instead of above me, and we can barely see each other two feet away
>because we're carrying a fucking cooler up a mountain, we're making shit time
>eagle scout friend has no idea where the fuck we are, so we pick a random spot to bed down for the night
>friend's stove won't start, so the hamburgers end up as a weird, half cooked stew
>by the time we're done with the burgers, it's starting to get seriously cold, we're near hypothermia when we finally get the tent set up and shuffle inside
>my sleeping bag is soaked, all the clothes in my backpack are soaked
>pile every piece of clothing I have on me and just try to shiver
>in the morning, pack up my shit and walk down the mountain without saying a word
It was a weird feeling, lying there knowing that if I leave the tent I'm going to fucking die.
