Cabin Fever

I’ve never been good at sitting still. Around this time of year, when the cold grips Wyoming and the days shrink, I start pacing like a caged animal. Hours on the spin bike wear me down, and the indoor climbing gym only sharpens my longing for warm rock. I need movement, escape—call it a jailbreak. Luckily, I know who to call when the walls start closing in. A friend who doesn’t put adventure on hold just because the temperature plunges below zero, a friend who finds solace in a campfire even in the dead of winter.

Ed Sherline on our winter breakout adventure.