But Dana couldn’t sleep. Her feet had gotten so cold that it took two full hours of massaging them and wiggling her toes to warm them again. The thought of spending four days in this miserable cave—if the wind and weather held them here—was more than she cared to think about. Finally, at one in the morning, Dana gave in and swallowed a sleeping pill too. Each woman had limped into sleep, crowded in their sleeping bags with their water bottles and boots stuffed in with them to keep from freezing, with the same thought playing across their minds: Please let the weather forecast be wrong.
