Whenever I am hiking high on the tundra, I realize how inconsequential I am. Clouds build out of nowhere. Temperatures can swing 20 or 30 degrees and the wind can change from a gentle breeze to whipping gusts. It is out of my control. But the power is tangible. There is no cozy cabin to hide out in during a storm. No grove of trees for seeking refuge. I just have to trust that I am prepared.
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