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That night the temperature dropped to well below freezing. Burrowing down into the warmth of her sleeping bag, Sarah left just a crack of it open, but the Diamox she’d been taking to combat the altitude was now showing its other face to her. She groaned as her bladder woke her up for the umpteenth time. Groping for the button on her battery-powered headlamp she had worn to bed, she clicked it on and fumbled her way out of her warm cocoon into the frigid night air. How much water could a human being put out in one night? she wondered as she pulled back the toilet lid, whose only saving grace was that it was of western persuasion instead of just a hole in the floor.
As she hovered above it, waiting for her body to do its business, it was becoming quite apparent that life was going to be
