>>2548156Nearly froze to death on Ben Nevis.
I was 15, stick thin and completely unfit, never been anywhere more rural than the veggie aisle of Tesco, and got dragged on a holiday to Scotland by a friend's mental dad.
To cut to the chase I found myself in jeans, hoodie and trainers lost in ~0C fog/cloud on the UK's highest mountain. We had no gear, no phone (it was just after the millennium) and no plan. To say I should have known better is fair, to say the Dad should have known better is a total understatement.
I remember we basically got turned around, sat down for "a quick breather" and it was pretty clear we were just sitting down to die. Exhaustion, hadn't seen another person in hours, no sound. Just black/grey stone, white/grey fog, visibility about 2 or 3 meters. I'd stopped feeling cold, and I was pretty happy to not be in pain any more. Dad nodded out first, I think my friend wasn't far behind but I was happy to just drift off.
We got found by a walking group lead by some apparently competent guy. I remember getting violently shaken awake and being annoyed, like "oh fuck you I have to be alive again" The group leader guy got the dad awake pretty fast, and walked us back to the granny path down. There was a serious vibe of "you nearly killed two fucking kids" in their conversation, proper strained not-in-front-of-the-kids shit.
Same holiday we nearly fell down a scree field into a gorge, which was fun.
