"Dammit, you should have known better,"
I whisper to myself, then draw a deep breath to quiet the butterflies in my stomach. It's 7 p.m. on a recent March eve, the sun has set, and I'm lost high on a Vermont ridgeline. Worse, I've dragged a friend into this deepening morass, and nobody knows where we are.
"Rookie errors," I scoff, mentally flagellating myself again for good measure. "You should have known better."... Read more
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