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How to survive a cold winter on a mountain dewl



I don’t know how many times I’ve gone on a hike and thought to myself, “That is so cool, this is the type of place I would want to go to.”

But it was a cold January day in the Rockies, and that was when I finally did.

The mountain dewy grass was starting to turn gray, and my feet were still in the mud.

And when the wind picked up, I was on the mountain with no clothes on.

It was a frigid, freezing night, and it was also the beginning of the season.

But, even though it was snowing, the wind was blowing in and it seemed like it was getting warmer.

I knew I was in for a rough winter.

But I wasn’t prepared. 

The first day of my trek to the summit of the Mt.

Whitney Wilderness came and went with a snowstorm that kept the weather away.

It took me two days to hike to the top, but I was lucky enough to find the summit in a beautiful spot that would allow me to sit down and enjoy the views. 

I spent the next several days camping out, trying to make the most of the weather.

I tried to take advantage of the hot weather by going to the lake on the side of the mountain.

But it would be cold to the bone.

And my tent was still wet.

I also decided to go for a long hike in the mountain, with the intention of staying there for as long as I could. 

On a whim, I decided to hike the trail that leads to the mountain summit.

There was a creek that I could use to cross the ridge and get across to the base of the mountains.

The hike was well worth it, and after a few hours, I had made it.

I was ready to go. 

Once I got there, I realized I had to take a photo with the view of the summit.

So I started out by putting a pair of sunglasses on.

I then put on a jacket and socks, and got into the shade.

I quickly realized that it was impossible to get a good shot without a mask, and I had no idea how to make one without breaking it. 

Fortunately, there was a man on the trail who would help me out.

The trail to the Mt Whitney Wilderness is so steep, that there is a long drop down into the gorge.

So, when the trail to it was blocked off by the wind, he decided to pull me out to the trail.

He then brought me to a clearing, where he said I would be able to take my photo.

I remember thinking, “OK, well, that’s great, but what about my gear?” 

I was glad he was willing to help me make it.

As I walked into the clearing, I noticed I was wearing a pair and a half of socks.

I wondered if I had broken the other pair of socks on my feet.

The next thing I knew, I have two pairs of socks and a pair on my other feet. 

My second pair of pants, however, was just as wet.

They were wet enough to cover my boots, but not so wet that they were going to get caught in the snow.

I decided that I would just keep wearing my socks, just in case. 

So, as the rain came down, I walked over to the other side of my tent, and placed my socks on the edge of the tent and let them dry. 

At this point, I began to wonder if I should just take a picture.

I had just walked around in my pants for a few minutes and my socks were soaked. 

After a few more minutes, I took my picture.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that my socks had soaked.

I realized that they probably should have been soaked for a little longer.

I thought about how many other hikers had gotten soaked on the trails.

I figured it was just one of those things. 

But the next thing you know, the picture was taken, and the snow had started to melt.

It’s a little surreal, but it was definitely a little bit different than the last time I had been hiking with my socks. 

When the snow started to move down the mountainside, I knew it was time to get up.

I didn’t want to wait until the next morning to do anything else.

I grabbed my backpack and my camera, and made my way up to the very top of the snowfield. 

There, the snow finally started to give way, and there were many more snowmelt trails to traverse.

I started to wonder, if the snow wasn’t melting, where did it come from?

The trail continued down into another snowfield and I continued on my hike.

I reached the top of a very steep and narrow snowfield, and was rewarded with a view of Mt. Carmel. 

 I could hear the birds chirping. I finally

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