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.
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it."