Four Days at Muir Hut

I arrived on Friday just hours before the storm hit. I woke to overcast, then it cleared, then it finally filled in again. Wind. Mark arrived after dark. He’d decided to push, 28 miles up the pct in a week. He’d been destroyed he’d later say. It began to snow that night while we talked, we could hear it pattering against the door. We’d end up talking a lot over the next two days and three nights.