Me and some friends were mountain climbing. It was a bit technical (very technical). I remember the phrase “en boulet” or however it is spelled to represent being all tied up with the harness. There were a few groups besides ours with a few experienced leaders.
We all had on our gear and did a trial run up the first section of the mountain, which was cake. The real climb to the summit was a bit involved, especially at the end.
After our trial run, one of the leaders asked if I would lead our group. But, I had never done this before. I ended up doing it anyway.
We climbed up until we got to the entrance to the top. The others were gone. It was just our group. The entrance looked like a submarine’s entry way – where the periscope is, except that it was totally dark. There was no light. You could not see a thing. I took my flashlight and shined up up the hole. I saw an ancient ladder. It was rusted or corroded. We climbed until we got to the entrance at the top.
We chatted, and I decided that we would finish the ascent another time. It was getting late. I didnt know technical climbing and was afraid to get us stuck or killed.
After a while, we went anyway (I changed my mind). The folks on the team wanted to go.
The next thing that I know is that we were in this wide open area – very expansive. It went up to the summit, and it was paved in wide, cement stairs. There were other groups walking up to the top too. It was still a long way to the top, but you could walk a great part of the ascent with no more technical climbing.
There would be some more dangerous climbing yet ahead to get to the summit. I noticed a helicopter parked over in a valley of green grass for rescue. We kept going.
It seems that we were running late because darkness was coming after we started to descend. But, I didnt ever remember reaching the very top. I just saw us walking up the cement stairs.
I woke up.