My husband, Erik, and I skinned up Mount St. Helens with our dog and camped above treeline. We were well conditioned, had extra food and fuel, and were super excited to ski a living volcano. On day two, we ate a leisurely breakfast and set out for the summit.
Illustration: Koren Shadmi
We splinted my leg, and I thought I could slide down on my butt. But it was very slow going, and a storm was moving in. It was now 3 P.M.