18 years today since we walked out into the snowy wilderness, not knowing within hours we’d be fighting for our very lives. Every year we remember and are stunned at the work and many miracles God did to keep us alive that Feb 11, 2001. The second part of this blog post can be found here.
February 11, 2001.
It looked much like this when we set out that day. The wind was raging wild gusts, threatening to just pluck us off the ridge and send us into oblivion. That’s what drove our decision to hike up the peak behind the bowl, the peak in the background that you see pictured here.
The further we hiked on our usual route around the Loveland Pass bowl on the Continental Divide in Colorado, the more tracked out and ice-crusted we realized it was, so we headed to the peak behind the bowl. It looked fresh and promising and untouched. We wanted a hard workout and we wanted a sweet ride back on our snowboards.
That decision, that little decision could have ended our lives that day. I was sixteen, my sister, Jennie, was twenty.
We rode down that peak after climbing as close to the summit as…
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