We wake up early. We tie into our ropes. We set up camp. Rain or shine.
We practice tying-in. We practice our ice axe arrest. We eat and drink and make a camp fire. We get in our tents early, to do it again.
In the early morning–or the late, late night–the snow is still hard, and safer for travel. People rouse. Tents glow. Head lamps emerge.
We tie into our ropes. Our fingers, our bodies, are still cold. And then we climb.
Dawn follows up the hill, in shades of blue.
Sometimes the wilderness is too big for words.