Chapter Sixteen
Boone
I trudged through the automatic doors at the grocery store, weary and cold to my bones. The call this morning had resulted in a long and grueling day for our team. Because the Blue Ridge Mountains weren’t crazy cold, sometimes fools decided to go hiking when the weather wasn’t ideal. We were hovering in the confusing time of late winter and almost spring when some days were warm, while others were cool. Nights often dipped below freezing at higher elevations during this time of year, and snow and ice still covered the higher peaks.
What some people didn’t quite realize was that, in some ways, the more even tempered climate of the mountains down South could make it dangerous especially when spring was teasing its arrival. Add in precipitation, and the risks increase
