Chapter 4The first day out was like the first day in any journey: inspiring. Our sharing gave us a sense of purpose, and for a while, we all shared more stories as we walked through the city towards the dark mountains in the distance. The snow was lighter than the night before, allowing us to trek through mostly undisturbed. We blazed our way through the cobblestone streets, watching as the vendors faded into houses, then the houses became sparser and sparser.
Then the snow changed as the sun tilted from the heat of the afternoon to the early evening. The powdery surface became thin and crispy. The strong wind was no longer a tickle at our backs, but straight on cuts of cold and ice to our faces. We stopped talking. We slowed as we tiptoed our way through the snow, crunching as we fell th
