He checked his watch and did an approximate calculation of where they were on the trail. They’d been hiking the last five and a half hours. If the weather continued as it was, they wouldn’t make High Camp at Thorung Pedi for another three or four hours, if that.
He shimmied his pack up on his shoulders and trudged ahead, anxious to get out of the elements that were quickly deteriorating.
An hour later, John and his party were in their parkas as the snow came punching down at them. Visibility was near zero. John turned around and squinted into the raging snowstorm, watching his weary clients struggle through the drifting snow that was up to their knees. The trail was gone, buried by the accumulating white stuff falling from the sky like confetti in a ticker-tape parade. As they came and j
