Scar story

Ok, I have a few scars, but the stories are like, I looked down at my ankle and it was bleeding during a youth car wash for the Church, and it scarred. Or my cat scratched me under my left eye when I was maybe 2. Or I had chicken pox. Lame. But my most recently acquired scar (which hopefully won't end up scarring) is kind of a funny story. So while I was in Hawaii, there's a popular hike in Laie that a lot of students take, so two of my friends and I decided we needed to go before our trip ended. It had been raining that day, but it always rains in Hawaii so we figured we were good and set out at about 3:30. We were told it takes about 3-4 hours, at the most, so even though it starts getting dark around 7:30, we thought we'd be ending just in time. We set out and at the trailhead, it said it took about 1.5 hours to get to the Falls, where our hike ended. Granted, we're just 3 girls and we might have been going slower than average, but we looked at the time and it was 5:30. We decided to go til 6 or so before turning back to avoid getting caught in the dark. We kept going, and the trail got muddier from the rain earlier that day. At a few points, we were shin-deep in mud. 6 turned into 6:15, then 6:30, and finally, as we noticed the sun was setting, we decided that something was off and we needed to head back. Lo and behold, it got dark just as we got out of the muddy part. But there was still an hour or so left of hiking ahead of us. Although we had no flashlight, I did have the sense to bring a small booklamp about an inch in diameter. By light of the lamp, we managed to get ourselves lost in the middle of a field where the trail abruptly ended. We were lost for maybe an hour or so before finally getting back on the right trail. And there was fog and no moon, so it was very dark. It started raining about 3o seconds after we reached the trailhead, so we walked to food for the 15 minutes or so that it takes in the rain. Anyway, the scar comes in because my shoe rubbed my right ankle raw from being wet and wearing short socks. My friend Allison had both ankles rubbed raw. We were awesomely muddy. And then we ate at Taco Bell. In retrospect, it was really fun. And apparently, we missed the turnoff to the waterfalls and were on our way to summit instead, which is a 3.5 hour hike. So I don't think we're ridiculously slow hikers, and that makes me feel better.