We had blizzard conditions outside in the morning. By the time we were awake enough to realize our hangovers were awful, we went back to bed. Midmorning, we were covered in hungry, but warm, chickens, so we did breakfast, chores, fireplace, you name it. Bear Hero brought in more firewood. He looked like Snow Man Hero by the time he was finished, but he refused to let me help. A sauna would have felt nice, but neither of us wanted to struggle that hard or far to get there. I went back to my maps.
“So just how did you come in here, Art?” I asked. My direction, east, seemed like a poor choice.
Art was thinking. “From…oh, s**t! You know where I worked in college, while you were doing your planning and maps s**t? I mean, shtick? At a dude ranch north of here. We’d have to travel maybe two day
