Winter Is Coming
Our small group of long-time friends arrived one-by-one at our remote, Idaho rendezvous spot. There was good food, cold beers, and socially-distanced catching up around the campfire late into the night. That was the last time I felt well for weeks. The next morning, I loaded my backpack slower than normal, fighting off crippling fatigue that even a second cup of coffee couldn’t cut through. Shortly after we started hiking, the chills …