The next morning, a knock on her door woke her out of a nonsensical dream. “Up and at ’em, breakfast is waiting,” Frank said from the other side.
Pushing the flap of her sleeping bag off her face, Sarah squinted into the bright sunlight pouring through her window and glanced at her watch. 6:30 AM. She’d overslept. She rolled out of bed and cleared her throat. “I’ll be right down.”
She heard Frank’s footsteps trail away as she took her headlamp off and dragged a comb through her hair. Seeing her breath in the beam of sunlight streaming into the room, she sighed and forced herself to strip down in the icy cold room and change. Ten minutes later, she gathered her pack and poles and headed downstairs into the crowded dining room. Sitting around three long tables in the far corner were her te
