When we arrived I said, “Oh, not rock climbing, she (it was my friend’s idea) meant leisurely walking along paths near rocks! Thank God!”. You see, for me, roughing it is staying at a Holiday Inn instead of a Hyatt. Raised in the city, I don’t really do “country” very well and so while I thought rock climbing might be fun, I secretly wished she meant sitting at the bottom of the mountain, drink in hand, watching others climbing rocks.

As we walked along that beautiful lake we saw a sign that said: Labyrinth Very Dangerous! That should have been the tip off. Rarely do you see a sign like, “Brooklyn Battery Tunnel, Very Dangerous”. You should see that sign, the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel is no place for the weak of heart, but you don’t see that sign. You know why, for all of it’s faults – the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel is not very dangerous. This labyrinth is very dangerous.

This ought to give you an idea of what I mean.

I love my friend and I trust her, so I went into the labyrinth anyway. After a short crying jag at the beginning because I was overcome with terror. I completed the task. I wouldn’t crawl up the “lemon squeeze” at the end. I grunted, lifted my own body weight (no small accomplishment) and scraped my way through it, but, I finished. I made it through the labyrinth!