It's been a couple of weeks, the terror has subsided, so now I can talk about it.
John and I are offloading in his Jeep. We had left the pavement about an hour before, gradually climbing in elevation to 12,200 feet (about 2500 feet up) in the 6 miles of driving.
We get to this snowy spot in the road. There are tracks going through it so other people have made it. We didn't. Not even close. Did I mention, 2500 feet above, 6 miles away from, paved roads? Oh, and it'a about 2 hours until sunset. AND, my half marathon is tomorrow morning.
Transcript of our conversations (slightly paraphrased, to protect the innocent and unprepared):
Me: Anything to dig with in the back of the jeep?
John: No, but I have a whistle.
Me: Good, that'll be a lot of help. I'll start digging us out, with my BARE HANDS
John: three sharp whistle blasts (recognized by boy scouts everywhere as a call for help)
Me: That's not helping, let's dig the jeep out of the snow.
John: three more whistle blasts, I really don't want to have to sleep in the jeep tonight.
Me: I'm NOT sleeping in the jeep, I have a race in the morning. I think everyone who knows anything about being in the mountains is already off the mountain, cause it'll be dark soon. Maybe we should start walking.
John: SIX whistle blasts, yeah, let's go.
Me: Don't forget where we parked.
About an hour goes by, walking, walking. I've texted Ann a couple of times to let her know what's going on, but that's her story to tell, apparently.
John: I hope we make it down by dark.
Me: Too bad we don't have flash lights.
John: There's 2 in the jeep.
Me: Oh. Good. It'll be dark soon.
John: We should get inside. They mostly come out at night. Mostly.
Me: WTF are you talking about?
John: You know, the little girl, in Aliens? Put her in charge, man!
Me: Oh. I don't think there're aliens here.
John: No, but there's bears.
Me: It's ok, I can outrun you.
Finally, after 2 hours of walking, we got to the road. And there was Ann, waiting for us.