Twenty Years Ago…
A group of five climbers trudged across a snow-covered plain, their bodies weary and their supplies running dangerously low. Two weeks had passed since they had become trapped on Vitosha, and after three days of relentless snowfall, the storm had finally relented. But the cold still bit deep, and the hunger gnawed at their insides.
"I'm starving. We need to hunt, or we're going to die up here, Cliff!" complained a thin, shivering man.
"Alright, let’s rest for a bit first," Cliff said, dropping his rucksack onto the snow and leaning against the trunk of a frostbitten tree. "We need to work together if we're going to make it through this."
"Got any water left, Dean?" asked the tallest of the group, his voice hoarse from thirst.
"Not much, but here—have a sip." Dean pas
