Fifteen days after I left the base, my doctor finally cleared me for long-distance travel.
Amy joined me for the drive to Silverpine.
Snow fell in the mountains on our first night. A bright fire burned in the lodge, and I pulled Chloe's thank-you card from my photography book and tossed it into the flames.
It was over.
Once my body recovered, I picked up my camera again.
At first, I took promotional photos for local lodges. Later, outdoor magazines started hiring me. I watched wolf packs in Moonridge National Park and photographed the northern lights at Frostpeak. Winter wind froze my eyelashes, and my camera batteries rarely lasted more than thirty minutes. But every time I pressed the shutter, I felt fully alive.
I met Ryan on Moonridge's frozen winter plains.
His team was testing
