AT THE SNOW LINE

At first our stone pillows didn't trouble us, nor did the cold after having had dinner by the fire with a bottle of whisky to wash it down. An hour or so later we woke up shivering and that's how it went on for about 7 hours. We'd filled our backpacks with food instead of things to keep us warm. We tried spooning, we tried relighting the fire, we got pissed off with eachother, I worried about rumours of a killer hermit nearby. Eventually the sun broke over the mountains and we were saved. Shortly after I took this photograph.