Flashback Friday: “And now you know…the rest of the story.” (thanks to Paul Harvey)
Since nothing betters the disposition like hot soup, I put some on the stove in quick order. I mulled my state of affairs over as the brew simmered. I was grounded on the summit in a snowstorm, the extent of which I could only speculate. I had checked the weather forecast before setting out and no storms were imminent. Yet, I harbored no illusions. I realized New England mountain conditions could wax volatile and cruel abruptly. I was in for a doubtful spell of waiting. As this was my first day on a week-long trip, I was provisioned with ample food. I reckoned if the situation turned dire I would break into the summit house, set off the alarm, and precipitate a rescue. Hopefully that would summon help.
The tram cables screeched long into the night and into a foggy Monday morning. The winds…
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