A few weeks ago, my youth group decided to take all of us hyper teenagers on a hike up Lily Mountain in Estes Park, Colorado. The plan was to have a small devotion on the top of Lily Mountain. 
         We all met in the parking of the church on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. My sister and I hung around, talking to the leaders and waiting for the other teenagers to get there. 
         When the chaotic atmosphere turned into a semi-controlled one, we packed into our cars and drove the curvy road to Lily Lake, where the trail head for Lily Mountain can be located. Once there, we organized ourselves into groups and began our way to the Mountain.
          One of the leaders, a very tall guy, being full of energy begins up the hard trail. Knowing myself and most of the other teenagers, I don't back down to following him and pushing myself a little bit. As myself and a few others follow him, I think that I have just turned into a mountain goat as I scramble up the moss cover rocks. 
        Once we crested the top of one of the false peaks of Lily Mountain, we gather to together once more, making sure that we didn't leave anyone behind. We settle upon the weather worn rocks, taking in the view. With everyone sitting around our leader opens his Bible and begins reading. The ever present wind pulling at our hair and clothes.  

        We all bow our heads and pray, then close with an ahem and a clap. Now the real fun begins. Next to us is another summit (Lily Mountain has nine summits), the tall, energetic leader hands me his back pack and says, "Could you hold this for me, I'm gonna climb the next peak." I nod and take his back pack (which must have weighed 50 pounds). Half of the group goes with our leader and the other goes with another leader to take an easier route, I take the easier path, along with my sister. For the next several hours we explore and goof off. 

       Then the sun starts going down. As we start heading down, it gets darker and darker, until we are hiking down the mountain in darkness. We are sliding down through loose gravel, under trees and over them as well. I only fell once, hitting my lower back on an unforgiving rock, which brought a big bruise the next day. 
        When we got down, we piled back into the cars and went home. Laying in my bed, I could feel my muscle relax and I drifted into a wonderful sleep. I would totally do it again.