Rick

It was nye on four o’clock in the evening and the snow was coming down so hard I had to stop to make certain which direction I was traveling. I knew this ancient valley like the back of my hand but it was a complete stranger to me on this evening. Painted white on white in the murky shadows of the failing afternoon light, I could see no more than a strong stone’s throw in any direction. But for the few well known landmarks I managed to stumble across I would have been forced to make camp for the...