The first notion I had of Patrick’s arrival was the sound of a snowmobile.It was afternoon on the fourth day without power – stranded by six feet of snow in our cabin up on Washington’s Mt. Rainer. Not that I’d minded. We had plenty of wood for heat, a small generator for lights, and food
Snowed in Family Fun
The sound of bindings clicking into place brought me back instantly to my early twenties. Competing in cross country had been my passion — and I’d nearly gotten on the U.S. Olympic Team.Now, 42, and a mom of three, I was putting on my skis for a very different reason — to get help for
Too Cold Not to Fuck
It was freezing in the tent. Never mind how hot and sunny it had been that afternoon, this high up in these old mountains the temperature had plummeted. I muttered another curse at my parents and tried to dig myself deeper into my sleeping bag.”Are you still awake too?” The whispered voice belonged to my