Imagine a long, dank pre-dawn to post-dusk day of crawling up an exposed mountainside, trudging through snow and slop, and battling relentless horizontal sleet and snow head-on. If you still have your ...

The thought of coffee rustled me from my sleeping bag, as it does most mornings. I could hear the wind howling against my truck. Bleary-eyed, I peeked out the window and saw our camp chairs blown over ...