Words Mali Noyes Photos and Captions Adam Clark IT WAS midnight. I was awake, my shorts and running pack ripped. Goosebumps covered my bare skin as I sat awkwardly, bent over and intertwined with a pine tree. My legs, scratched and bleeding, were braced against a rock—below them only darkness. With my chin tucked against my chest, and pine branches tick-ling my arms and thighs, I hunched in the darkness, alone on the side of a cliff. Around sunset, I had climbed myself into a place I couldn’t get out of. Now I was stuck. 058 The Ski Journal
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