PERSONAL ESSAY

A Knee-Deep Insanity in -28°C

A brief note on fighting a snowstorm with a new headlamp and rented skis

© WET GLOVES by DELAFOI / Author

It’s minus twenty-eight degrees Celsius, and I haven’t seen the tip of my skis for over an hour. I left the cabin under a calm sky, but the snowfall escalated the further up I went. Now I’m knee-deep, treading squeaky snow one step at a time…