Out of the Frying Pan, into the Fire

I’d been waiting all week for some snowfall and it came December 31st. It was 4am on New Years Day as I stood in the dark focusing as my breath made frosty clouds . I wasn’t allowed to meet them earlier. This would have resulted in my discovery of the local cache. Instead I stood at the foot of the mountain with skis, camera, and transceiver, donning nothing more than a single long sleeved t-shirt and salopettes.  Strangely it wasn’t cold. The... Read More