Black Water, Deep Canyon

Black Water, Deep CanyonMike and I escape over the mountains at midnight. In a blizzard, fittingly. Flakes as fat as miniature parachutes swoop into the windshield, tires hiss. Headlights scout through the trees as a radio preacher tonguelashes us.Anyone else would have called it off. Not us. When it looks bad, when a storm is blowing in and everyone is advised to stay home, watch TV, look at the world through their living room window, that's when we toss the climbing gear into the truck and hea...