Wild Moments: Stories from the Thaw
One April morning, the sun promised warmth, yet a shaded bend held glassy ice. Microspikes on, steps shortened, poles steady. That deliberate rhythm made the day, and taught me to respect every chilly pocket.
Wild Moments: Stories from the Thaw
Knee-deep meltwater hummed. I unbuckled my pack, faced upstream, and planted poles like anchors. Slow, sure steps found the bottom. On the far bank, our group cheered softly, grateful for training that turned nerves into method.