Looking out our bedroom window the following morning gave us the same view as the previous day. I didn't know how much snow could fall on the mountain before it decided to come back down it, but I was getting nervous.
Avalanches weren't something I spent a lot of time thinking about, but suddenly they were at the very front of my mind. I wished I'd majored in them rather than education and statistics. How would knowing how to teach statistics help me if the mountain dumped itself right on top of me?
We left the bedroom and headed for the dining room. The lodge was too damn quiet, and it made me feel twitchy and a bit nauseous. There was no denying that we should have left now. The lodge's interior was colder than it had been, and we passed uninhabited halls that weren't being supplied
