I lie awake thinking of home. Outside, winds roar across the face of the mountain, smashing my tent flat against my face. I turn over and burrow deeper into my sleeping bag. Someone shouts outside. "Get up! Pack your gear." One of the guides thrusts his head through the tent flap. "You have to get out of here," he yells. "The tent is going to shred." The journey begins.
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