Lost in the Snow
On almost losing a friend on the slopes of Mount Baker
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8 min readNov 28, 2021
March 1998: Daybreak
It’s 7:00 a.m. I lean my head against the frosted window as early morning light drapes over our mandarin Volkswagen van. Still half asleep, I close my eyes, feeling the air gradually warm as the heater chugs to life.
