At the end of the day, I am exhausted. We return to camp without a bit of food and the day feels like a waste. I am positive I cannot pick out a single track in the snow. But Bek gives me a pat on the back and tells me I did a good job, and it’s enough to keep me going. The next morning, I return bright and early, this time with a spear. My boots are double-knotted, and I help Katamneas with his. And this time when we head into the valley, I am ready.
