Climbing a snow-covered mountain. Skiing? Sledding? Fingers nearly immobilized in gloves so thick. The mountain face is nearly vertical. We make slow progress. Something comes down too quickly, knocking us in our respective heads. I barely duck out of the way in time. Two hunters (?) have rigged themselves up in individual gurneys and lower themselves down via a pulley system. They are unapologetic about their entry and scowl. Don’t we know better than to come up this way?