Stories from the road
Panic and Frostnip: A Winter Hike On Mount Marcy
“Where the hell am I?” I gasped for air as I came to, the first thing that came to my mind was “Where the hell am I?”. As I heard a familiar voice ripple through the transition between unconscious and conscious: “Dude are you ok?” My panicked reply: “Someone turn on a goddamned light.” As