A little less of a crisis, but some of the same principles apply.
I was a leader on a scout trip. We were doing a backpacking trip in Colorado. We were climbing a 14,000-foot peak.
The plan had been to start early in the morning, summit the peak probably around ten o'clock, and then spend a couple hours descending the peak by a different route than we actually climbed the peak.
That would get us, basically complete a loop, and get us back to our camp around noon hopefully, so we could get on with the rest of our itinerary. So, we were able to get up the peak and got to the top. I'm looking at the map, we had decided or, I guess, I had decided as the leader of the trip, that we would take what appeared to be a trail going down the backside of the mountain, that would complete the loop.
So, as we were coming off the summit, there was a faint footpath leading through a scree field. After about two or 300 feet of descent, the trail essentially disappeared and we find ourselves in a very large scree and boulder field, with no clear path down off the mountain.
At that point, we were faced with a decision to climb back up or continue down, and we talked about it. I was convinced, at the time, that we would pick up the trail once we got off the scree field, based on the map that I had, there was a very clear trail and clear route back.
Nobody really wanted to go back up the three or 400 feet that we had already lost. Everybody was pretty tired from the climb, at that point. So, we elected to continue down.
About halfway down the scree field, it became very challenging, lots of loose scree, and rocks were coming loose and rolling down the field. I had one come within probably a foot of hitting a scout.
That boulder was moving, it was probably about a foot in diameter, and it was probably moving about 20, 30 miles an hour as it went zooming by one of my kids. Very scary, at the time, thinking that if he had been hit, it would have taken us a very long time to get any kind of emergency response back there.
We managed to get off the scree field after, probably about two hours of very slow-going. It was probably noontime. Everybody was hungry and tired. We paused once we got off the scree field, finished off what water we had, and ate some lunch, and then continued down. Tried to find a trail.
Could not find a trail, so we just did some map reading, got ourselves into a dry spring bed, and then followed the spring bed back around until we were able to intersect a trail that got us back to our destination.
Couple things about that whole incident, number one, the preparation was key to keeping us from getting into a true crisis situation.
We had plenty of water, we had plenty of food, and we had plenty of daylight to give us time to navigate back down that side of the mountain, and back down to where we knew our camp would be.
I think, some of the other things that helped prevent that incident from getting more serious, was the preparation of the boys and the adults. Everybody had prepared very well, in terms of their fitness. Everybody was very deliberate and very careful in getting down. We gave ourselves lots of time, we didn't rush, and were able to keep everybody calm and not too worried about the fact that we weren't on a trail.
Cool heads prevailed and everybody was a little bit better for having had the experience, but, nonetheless, the lesson learned was, if you're not sure the path down, go back down the way you came up.