We were blown off the mountain. An overnight storm hammered us all night. The tent collasped and filled with a foot snow. We stayed as warm as we could while getting wet thoughout the night. When the sun came up we made a mad dash for safety.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe