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On a freezing night, 6000 ft above the sea, our flashlights
moved haphazardly from the tent. My numb fingers fumbled for the sleeping bag,
craving its promised warmth. My tent-mate’s uneven breathing alternated
with my own. For a moment her headlamp flashed on my face. I winced.
“Why are we doing this again?” she asks.
