
Since I outweighed Quentin by 60 or so pounds, I was confident I could hold him if he were to break through the ice and fall into a crevasse.

Undoubtedly, it was the five candy bars I ate in celebration of successfully getting down and across the avalanche debris field caused the distress. I should’ve known better, but for various reasons, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Once my stomach settled and I was back home, I realized that, even though the situation was painful, it had taught me a valuable lesson.
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