“Fuck you, Baden-Powell, you piece of shit mountain,” Roei cursed.
“How many times did you think you were going to die?” I responded solemnly.
“Only once,” he responded, equally solemn. “I hate him.”
The snowstorm had left the mountain nearly unnavigable, the only indication of a trail the footsteps of the brave hikers who came before us. Sometimes, those footsteps went in different directions. Sometimes, after looking at a sign, FarOut, and my own intuition, I still went the wrong way. …
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