Steve came to a wide-eyed halt where the snow took the sharp, downward dive towards the valley a thousand feet below.
'That's not it, is it?' he called down in his nervous British accent.
It was. I already knew it was. But I gave another look around to make sure I didn't miss a milder slope, or a dry patch of rock to downclimb, or maybe a misplaced mall escalator...
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