Watching the sun shine through the cracks in the cloud cover that encompassed the sky-high peaks surrounding our sleepy valley hideaway was one of the most beautiful sights I have seen.
Early this morning I climbed those same sky-high peaks to revel in their frozen beauty. For the briefest of moments I contemplated shedding my climbing gear and losing myself in the snow-capped pine trees, slipping into unconsciousness like a newborn baby among the snow drifts, allowing the chill of the winter air to work its way into my bones and wear down the edges of the unforgiving wilderness around me.
We find bodies of hikers and mountain climbers up here all the time. Honestly, what's one more?
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