“We’re fucked.” “Really,” I asked, thinking that maybe my long-time friend and guide, Jeff, was just exaggerating the effect of the 8” of snow on the ground. “Oh yeah. We’re fucked,” he repeated, but with an emphasis and look that let me know that, while I had asked he plan a trip that took meContinue reading ““We’re F*cked.” Tales from a Backcountry Trek.”
